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lyrics: J. Morse © 1985 The pencil finally finds its way along the page The words have finally begun to flow I remember one early August day When time was running slow A barren quarter-acre A worthless piece of land I said a last goodbye to her And wiped the dirt from my hands She always calls to me Her voice, it will not die Or the memory I keep of her Even though I cannot cry A lazy summer morning On the green banks of the Bow Faded to a postcard Of a place I cannot go You weep to me in silence You carrier of tears You never seem quite certain You're blinded by your fears You still won't run away from it You just hope it disappears But I know that day will haunt you Until your final years If they'd filmed you on that morning Head bowed down and dressed in black Would the viewing be as painful Now that you've turned your back On her, and on the world And especially Ghost Lake And the lights To face those cold and lonely nights? It's been a decade now You've once or twice returned But each time you were worried You'd get your fingers burned For ten years you've been letting Shadows chase you across the earth Isn't that a little bit arrogant? What do you think you're worth? You weep to me in silence You carrier of tears You never seem quite certain You're blinded by your fears You still won't run away from it You just hope it disappears But I know that day will haunt you Until your final years You weep to me in silence You carrier of tears You never seem quite certain You're blinded by your fears You still won't run away from it You just hope it disappears But I know that day will haunt you Until your final years |