She likes to dream. And the bask becomes a well. Spun mysteries. She lives alone. And the tears have formed a stream. In the winter cold. Only if you remember well. But the secret hides itself. She's a vision through the trees. Mother's ghost won't give her peace. Now it may be there. You can see her looking out. Cos she needs a friend. She starts to cry. And the tears have formed a stream. As they leave her eyes. And as crazy as it seems. She will die and live her dreams. And if it's better in the end. Mother's ghost can sleep again. Now I think she's gone. No-one sees her anymore. And it's been so long. Maybe she's asleep. And she won't wake up again. And know where she is. And know where she'll be yeah. Fly into those loving arms. They won't do her any harm. Another kiss let her be. Mother's ghost set her free