Gordon Lightfoot

If you could read my mind, love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an old time movie About a ghost from a wishing well In a castle dark or a fortress strong With chains upon my feet You know that ghost is me And i will never be set free As long…

I can see her lyin’ back in her faded dress In a room where ya do what ya don’t confess Sundown ya better take care If i find you bin creepin’ ’round my back stairs Sundown ya better take care If i find you bin creepin’ ’round my back stairs She’s bin lookin’ like a…