歌词
They're carrying
Ghosts through the street
Some eager kid's
Got the shoulders
A young girl brings up the feet
The young girl she is wearing
A tiara she made
With just a handful of twigs
"It's nothing special", she says
But the room is full
Where the dead are all kept
The dogs sit outside howling
Departure time is set
But the little girl
She's there waiting
As the wagon starts shaking
In the cold autumn dawn
Everyone is searching
Saying there's a lost little girl
But I saw her rattling her jewellery
She wore sheep's teeth like pearls
I was trampleddreaming
In the streets full of mud
A prince's name couldn't save him
They were out for his blood
They found him alone
Put him up on the cross
Some old relic almost forgotten
The wood was crooked and soft
He didn't ask for nothing
The sorry shape he was in
His arms were all bent backwards
His feet touched his chin
(And he said)
Poor hopeful little Ola, my love
Your clothes made of weeds
She'll be washing her hair down
Down amongst the rushes and reeds
She's a dancing
White light on the water
Carved wood ring on her finger
The lights of this pantomime town
Did not get turned on tonight
After the sun plummeted down
The sky it was crying
Forty thousand brothers were there
She looked stiff as a bride
Wearing weeds in her hair
But she was looking
The happiest of all!
As if she didn't know she had died
Her mother laid flowers by her side
The coffin as it was lowered
Was a most perfect size
But it all fell all to pieces
When her father jumped inside
The people turned away
Her mother she screamed
You could call it a nightmare
You could call it a dream
The sun rises slowly
It's respectful and soft
Everyone is sleeping
You can hear
The cockroaches cough
But your feet
Kick up dust
In the street
Now it's full of old wagons
That don't make a sound
Break any of the branches
Or leave tracks on the ground
