Ghosts

There's tombstone in a snowy field

Close by an old ghost town

The epitaph's been weather-blown awayThere's a bell tower where petitions peeled

It's been half torn down

But it must have softened every soul

That came to prayThere's a schoolhouse full of broken glass

And wounded walls

The rusty swings like derelicts

Sleeping in the weedsThere's a picture graduation class

Staring down deserted halls

'The Hope of '44' is what it readsIt's just as if some restless wind

Blew their dreams away far away

It's just as if those dreams

Had never been, noI feel their ghosts around me now

I hear them say

They've come back home

To dream those dreams againThey've come back home

To dream those dreams again