5 acessos
I watch these woods at night
On lonely roads at night
I wait in vain for the spirit train
On a windy hill, by a mossy stone
I stand alone
A great white horse in a grassy plain
Waits to move again for the spirit train
And I wonder how long
I wonder how long
And I know not long
In the wilderness where a city once stood
a wild forgotten stream
the weeds grow tall and cover it all
the smiling face of a cracked green stone
wait to move alone to the spirit train
And I wonder how long
I wonder how long
And I know not long
And I hear a voice in the darkness call
Across the sky to the lead them all
to the spirit train