She likes to dream
And the bask [bad word] 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