There is a ghost that knocks at my window. 
She [bad word] if it snows. 
I could tell you something about her 
When she’s here, but I know not where 
She goes. 

And it’s high tide 
On the ocean side. 
It’s wind 
Wind and rain 
Through the great 
Great plains. 
It’s ice, 
Ice and snow 
Outside 
My window 
Where Mary waits 
For me [bad word] home. 

Would I rather live in California? 
Where they tax you for the sun. 
And the people they all looking mighty fancy, 
And the fires [bad word] to set [bad word]  

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I could be the lonely captain. 
I could be heaven’s host. 
I could stand awake through the darkness, 
Awaiting you, December’s ghost. 

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