Ghost of Pekin Brook
Might be true, might not.
THEY SAY THE GHOST OF PEKIN BROOK
IS ON THE RISE ONCE MORE
A SOUL IS SEARCHING FOR SOME PEACE
LOST AND FAR FROM SHORE
FALLING, FALLING, FADING AWAY
SOME THEY CLAIM A MURDERED MAN
FOR MERCY HE DOES CRY
HIS HANDS ARE RAISED UNTO THE AIR
HIS EYES STILL WONDER WHY
FALLING, FALLING, FADING AWAY
OTHERS SWEAR THE SIGHT THEY’VE SEEN
IT WEARS A WEDDING GOWN
A LOOK OF HOPE UPON HER FACE
HER GAZE UPON THE TOWN
FALLING, FALLING, FADING AWAY
TIME REIGNS HOLLOW ON THIS NIGHT
A BLUE MOON LIGHTS THE WAY
SPIRITS LINGER HOLDING TIGHT
AS BODIES TURN TO CLAY
FALLING, FALLING, FADING AWAY
NO ONE KNOWS THE STORY
NO ONE LEFT TO TELL
TIDES TURN AND WORK THEIR MAGIC SPELL
FALLING, FALLING, FADING AWAY
FALLING, FALLING, FADING AWAY