Murder by Death – Ghost Fields (Ukulele)

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A dark wind, come from the fey.

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Blew under her skirt, and took her away.

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And now that she's gone, the land seems to change.

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Lights on the hills, have never looked so strange.

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I pass by these houses, all out of the way.

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A lot of my friends came from here,

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but none of them still live here today.

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As I walk alone 

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through the ghost fields that remain

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down the barren roads

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i recall your ways

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She bends with the winds and he shifts like sand.

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I try to explain, but I'm not an eloquent man.

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She bends with the winds and he shifts like sand.

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I try to explain, but I'm not an eloquent man.

D
Do you understand?

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This girl, this boy, They were part of the land.

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What happens to the places we used to tend?

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He's a hard one to trust, And she's a roving ghost.

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Will you come back, will you come back, Or leave me alone?

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Sons, sons, Full of anger & steam,

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Did you find what you were searching for, Or did you bury the dream?

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Daughters, daughters, Return to the fold.

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Will you come back, will you come back, Now your children are grown?

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She's alive, she's alive, A stone floating upstream

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He was the pale rider on a dark horse in a coal black dream...