The Ghost Wind

I am the song that sailors sing at night

I am the whisper in your night time fright

I am the breath of terrors sight

I live, then I die, when the moment passes by

And when my time comes to nest

It will be in the stories I have told

Of tales of old

That my Spirit will find it’s rest

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