[00:00.00]Ghosts - James Vincent McMorrow
[00:19.36]The moon holds the light
[00:27.96]And the moon's this spinning globe
[00:32.09]Shedding light upon the road
[00:36.61]The bird won't fly
[00:45.23]And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing
[00:53.54]We are ghosts
[00:57.57]We are ghosts amongst these hills
[01:02.08]From the trees of velvet green
[01:06.23]To the ground beneath our feet
[01:10.80]We are ghosts
[01:15.44]We are ghosts amongst these hills
[01:19.59]Pressing out along the shore
[01:23.75]Pressing out along the shore
[01:37.31]The mountain song
[01:45.74]Matters not the thoughts of thirds
[01:49.68]Matters only to be heard
[01:53.96]And though I'm gone
[02:03.00]I will come again in Spring
[02:06.84]When the harvest can begin
[02:11.15]We are ghosts
[02:15.41]We are ghosts amongst these hills
[02:20.06]From the trees of velvet green
[02:23.87]To the ground beneath our feet
[02:28.33]We are ghosts
[02:32.59]We are ghosts amongst these hills
[02:37.30]Pressing out along the shore
[02:41.56]Pressing out along the shore