Ghost Fields - Intellectual

A dark wind come from the fey

Blew under her skirt and took her away

And now that she's gone, the land seems to change

Lights on the hills have never looked so strange

I pass by these houses, all out of the way

A lot of my friends came from here

But none of them still live here today

As I walk alone

Through the ghost fields that remain

Down the barren roads

I recall your ways

She bends with the winds and he shifts like sand

I try to explain, but I'm not an eloquent man

She bends with the winds and he shifts like sand

I try to explain, but I'm not an eloquent man

Do you understand?

This girl, this boy, they were part of the land

What happens to the places that we used to tend?

He's a hard one to trust and she's a roving ghost

Will you come back, will you come back

Or leave me alone?

Sons, sons, full of anger and steam

Will you find what you were searching for

Or did you bury the dream?

Daughters, daughters, return to the fold

Will you come back, will you come back

Now your children are grown?

She's alive, she's alive, a stone floating upstream

He was the pale rider on a dark horse in a coal black dream