Mike Reid - "Ghost Mountain"

A Summer Night
At the old Fire hall
All in a line
Squares to Henry’s call
Face to Face
I could taste her breath
Just a kiss away
Scared half to death
Then her voice soft in the slow evening air
“Hold on boy - We’re almost there”

Chorus
Down Ghost Mountain on a Mandolin String
Around the bend hear the Ghost heart ring
With the night on fire her pure desire
Like a river would deliver me on
Down Ghost Mountain to a mandolin dawn

A body gives
to the life it lives
A soul recalls
And in a time forgives
All loneliness
All wounded hearts
Remembering
The breaking starts
In the arc of moon through the red cedar wood
In the sting of heat on a blue metal hood

Goin’ Down Ghost Mountain on a Mandolin String
Around the bend hear the Ghost heart ring
With the night on fire her Sweet desire
Like a river would deliver me on
Down Ghost Mountain to a mandolin dawn

Rosen up for a sad farewell
Why you want to hurt that little boy
Even now if the truth I tell
I’ve never known such pain
Or ever felt such joy

Bridge

Why you want to hurt that little boy
Down Ghost Mountain to a mandolin dawn
On Ghost Mountain
On a dawn

Piano lead out

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