
Date of issue: 19.10.2015
Record label: Domino
Song language: English
The Ghost Of A Tree |
Riding through Yorkshire, |
we come upon the ghost of a tree at Buttertubs Pass |
Golden and green, flapping its leaves, |
Though it is winter and there is no breeze. |
Seven little sparrows pale as soldiers |
Hopping in amongst the curling boughs |
Then comes a shout from one of our party |
Old Albert Bousefield’s fallen down a hole |
Hope upon hope, fastened to a rope |
Not able to ascertain how deep it goes. |
«Albert can you hear me? |
Make a sound! |
If you can’t make a sound then clap two stones» |
Leaving behind our friend in the lime pit |
We hurry on in quiet dread |
Into the fog, smothering the Dales |
The raindrops are falling like the bars of a jail |
Buried in the arsehole of the world |
A row of burned out huts we made our beds |
Lying awake looking up through the black wooden beams |
I can see the Milky Way |
Comes there a scream out of the sky |
A great ball of fire goes hurtling by |
Everyone’s awake now. |
What the hell |
is happening today? |
It’s all so queer |
Rising at dawn to find Thomas Knox |
has not from his sleep been summoned forth |
Face like a mask, fixed in a gasp, |
We wrap him in blankets and we cover him with grass |
Onward with our journey through Tow Law |
Over Headley Hill, past Hanging Stone |
Called on an inn to fill our bellies |
With dark bloody meat and sour black beer |
There we were warned never to stray |
Far from the road through Kayo Bog |
Several of the children from the village |
Disappeared last month without a trace |
Three hours later we go in single |
file through a maze of moaning soil |
Reeking of dung, droning of flies |
The moss on the trees glows as we pass by |
There is something awful alive in this place |
We are most relieved to leave behind |
The moon is a peach in the brown fields of Kibblesworth |
It won’t be long 'til we get home |
Cramp in our guts, bile in our throats |
Mischief undulating through our bones |
Suddenly the city lights around us |
Disappearing up into the clouds |
Seven little sparrows pale as soldiers |
Hopping in amongst the curling boughs |
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