Ghost Lyrics - Blue Foundation

Early morning, dreary horizon 

Aching hands are pulling a millstone 

Wailing from the cart 

Moaning from a shattered heart 

He's burned down many a bridge 

And he's scared of walking in the dark 

It hurts when the rain falls on his skin 

Oh he is worn out from marching 

And he's forgotten for what he's searching 

Yet he keeps up the stride 

God knows that he won't arrive