My Ghostly Love
Mike Prather
It was in the winter of 65
that you left me
that old river took you
away
Oh but still I'll love you only
up until my dying day
I still hear you in the evening
feel your touch in my sleep
a shadow of a love that
was fleeting
A breath from you in my ear
Leave me a rose on my pillow
a golden hair on my window sill
Leave me some proof that you've
been here
My ghostly love
If I turn quick enough
would I see you
from the corner
of my eye
Do you light up the night
when I need guiding
Is it you my dear
my angel
I still hear you in the evening
feel your touch in my sleep
a shadow of a love that
was fleeting
A breath from you in my ear
Leave me a rose on my pillow
a golden hair on my window sill
Leave me some proof that you've
been here
My ghostly love
The time has come
for me to leave here
A final sleep in the night
As I awake but remain there lying
I see you with a rose
in your hand
