[Intro] AmAm Am The moon holds the lightAm And the moon's this spinning globeAm Shedding light upon the roadAm Am The bird won't flyAm Am And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thingF We are ghostsC We are ghosts amongst these hillsG From the trees of velvet greenD To the ground beneath our feetF We are ghostsC We are ghosts amongst these hillsG Pressing out along the shoreD Am Pressing out along the shoreAm Am The mountain songAm Am Matters not the thoughts of thirdsAm Am Matters only to be heardAm Am And though I'm goneAm I will come again in SpringAm When the harvest can beginF We are ghostsC We are ghosts amongst these hillsG From the trees of velvet greenD To the ground beneath our feetF We are ghostsC We are ghosts amongst these hillsG Pressing out along the shoreD Pressing out along the shore[Final] F C G
Ghosts
James Vincent McMorrow
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