Ghosts Of The Future


And while the silent river flows
roots are ripped up from the floor
And the ghosts of the future
come a-rapping at your door.

The bombs fall on main street
and the people dash arround
its safer over here she says
and goes crashing to the ground
The steely wind blows a gale
and tears the the city appart
and then winter snow sets in
and freezes up my heart.

And seven sons are standing
to attention in the fall
the shadows drag the sunlight
down across the city walls.
the gatehouse stands empty
but for a candle light
and the sound of the battle field
haunts the town tonight

And in the old quarter
the cafes are pouring out
theres revolution in the air
of that there is no doubt
and on the docks a captain stands
one hand waving free
a tear in his eye
his ship was taken by the sea.

And while the silent river flows
roots are ripped up from the floor
And the ghosts of the future
come a-rapping at your door.

The bombs fall on main street
and the people dash arround
its safer over here she says
and goes crashing to the ground