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Black Lantern Creek - GHOST OF THE SOUTH
Black land and creek
where the willows lean
I heard my name
in the split wood beam
Old iron gate
keeps a steady knell
one for the road
and one for the well
Come on down
come on down
hear that pound
underground
Come on down
come on down
stay real still
hear that pound
Rag on the line moves like a prayer
cold black horse stares at the stair
I kept my word in the rutted dark
now the house breathes slow with a broken heart
Hush now count the knocks
three on oak then the latch unlocks
Come on down
come on down
hear that pound
underground
Come on down
come on down
stay real still
hear that pound
