| Song | Ghost in the Fen |
| Artist | Peter Adams |
| Album | I Woke With Planets In My Face |
| Lord lay me down | |
| Lead me gently to the underground | |
| I'll feel the fires licking around | |
| Born in the cold | |
| With the rats and creeping mold | |
| Down in the deep where everything sleeps | |
| Rascals away, let me sing to my grave | |
| To sooth her for what she must bear | |
| Ghost in the Fen, find my station within | |
| And hope I'll be dancing somewhere | |
| Pull me along | |
| Sip me hollow with this Earthly song | |
| Tune to the felled trees' fungus in bloom | |
| Ghost in the Fen | |
| Let my songs swim again | |
| In summers of beauty and pain |