Lyrics Barbara Dickson - A Lover's Ghost

Oh youґre welcome home again
Said the young man to his love
I have waited for many a night and day
You look tired and youґre pale
Said the young man to his love
You shall never again go away

I must go away again when the little cock will crow
For here they will not let me stay
Oh but if I had my way
Said the young man to his love
This night would be never ever day

Oh my pretty pretty cock
Oh my handsome little cock
I pray you never crow before the day
And your comb shall be made
Of the finest beaten gold
And your wings of the silver so grey

But oh this little cock, this handsome little cock
He crew out a full hour too soon
Oh my darling she said, it is time for us to part
It is now the going down of the moon

Then where is your bed
My dearest dear? he said
And where are your fine holland sheets?
And where are your waiting maids,
Dearest dear? He said, to wait upon you
While you are asleep

The clay is my bed, my dearest dear she said
The shroud is my fine holland sheet
And the worms and the creeping things
Are me waiting maids to wait upon me
While I am asleep