الكلمات الأصلية
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Whispering
Here the ghosts in the moonlight
Sorrow doing a new dance
Through their bone, through their skin
Listening
To the souls in the fool's night
Fumbling mutely with their rude hands
And there's heartache without end
See the father bent in grief
The mother dressed in mourning
Sister crumbles, and the neighbors grumble
The preacher issues warnings
History
Little miss didn't do right
Went and ruined all the true plans
Such a shame
Such a sin
Mystery
Home alone on a school night
Harvest moon over the blue land
Summer longing on the wind
Had a sweetheart on his knees
So faithful and adoring
And he touched me. And I let him love me.
So let that be my story
Listening
For the hope, for the new life
Something beautiful, a new chance
Hear its whispering
There again
