O, Lord of the Lost Lead to the swamp In half-light Where our shadows move Black water pools And Spanish moss This is when you feel us most When the light slips away And the old songs carry In the wind Bound by the great oak Remains of home We are the long-gone Oh whispering ghosts Days long ago And silver-grey hair This is when you feel us most When the light slips away And cicadas begin To sing You feel the eyes The waiting eyes Our shape takes root in half-light You feel the eyes The watching eyes Blinking along the edge of darkness This is when you feel us most When the light slips away And the old songs carry This is when you feel us most When the light slips away And the old songs carry In the wind
O, Lord of the Lost Lead to the swamp In half-light Where our shadows move Black water pools And Spanish moss This is when you feel us most When the light slips away And the old songs carry In the wind Bound by the great oak Remains of home We are the long-gone Oh whispering ghosts Days long ago And silver-grey hair This is when you feel us most When the light slips away And cicadas begin To sing You feel the eyes The waiting eyes Our shape takes root in half-light You feel the eyes The watching eyes Blinking along the edge of darkness This is when you feel us most When the light slips away And the old songs carry This is when you feel us most When the light slips away And the old songs carry In the wind
