Old Colonial town,
And the sun goes down….on rollin’ hills.
Do they all know of the blood that flowed
In the soil they till?
You can hear their cries off the mountainside.
Up here the hills have eyes.
I took a walk up where the wind can talk,
And ghosts are all I saw.
Through the iron gate..to the old estate,
I shined my light on through.
Carved In the bannister..it said
“You won’t find her, ..she’ll find you.”
Then I saw her face run down the staircase,
And I felt a cold embrace.
I took a walk up where the wind can talk,
And ghosts are all I saw.
Forced through snow and hail over the Mohawk trail,
And dragged through hell.
And if you fell behind they had an axe to grind,
And so the hatchet fell.
Now she wants revenge at the water’s edge,
And she haunts the covered bridge.
She’s In the walls, in the coyote calls.
Her ghost, when darkness falls.
I took a walk up where the wind can talk,
And ghosts are all I saw.
( Bridge / solo )
They’re In the walls, in the coyote calls.
These ghosts, when darkness falls.
I took a walk up where the wind can talk,
And ghosts are all I saw.
They’re In the walls, In the coyote calls.
These ghosts, when darkness falls.
These ghosts, when darkness falls.
credits
released October 26, 2023
Ghosts
Words and Music - Eric Salt.
Produced by Eric Salt.
Mixed by Pat Dicenso.
Recorded by Eric Salt and Mike Oram.
Mastered by Pat Dicenso.
Guitars, bass, vocals - Eric Salt
Guitars, vocals, keyboards - Mike Oram.
Drums - Denis Saulnier.
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