Tom MacKenzie: Listen

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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 SOAR IN BLISSFUL FLIGHT AS BODIES TURN TO CLAY

FALLING, FALLING, FADING AWAY

NO ONE KNOWS THE STORY NO ONE LEFT TO TELL
THE SANDS OF TIME HAVE WORKED THEIR MAGIC SPELL

FALLING, FALLING, FADING AWAY
FALLING, FALLING, FADING AWAY