Oh Midnight, Midnight Ghost
Ol' zipper rollin' down the line
Oh Midnight, Midnight Ghost
Rollin' down the line
Without a memory, without a heartache
Ain't no comfort in happiness
Tidings whispered and merciful
Are the tidings I like best
dawn twilight, skyline glowing
Mountain wind blowing through (Blowing through)
And I tug upon the jug of my redemption
Nothing much else to do
Oh Midnight, Midnight Ghost...
gathering Fields