| Song | Ghost Story |
| Artist | Don Williams |
| Album | Volume Three |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I watch the western sky | |
| The sun is sinking | |
| The geese are flying south | |
| It sets me thinking | |
| I did not miss you much | |
| I did not suffer | |
| What did not kill me | |
| Just made me tougher | |
| I feel the winter come | |
| His icy sinews, | |
| Now in the firelight | |
| The case continues | |
| Another night in court | |
| The same old trial | |
| The same old questions asked | |
| The same denial | |
| The shadows closing round | |
| Like jury members | |
| I look for answers in | |
| The fire抯 embers | |
| Why was I missing then | |
| That whole December? | |
| I give my usual line, | |
| I don't remember | |
| Another winter comes | |
| His icy fingers creep | |
| Into these bones of mine | |
| These memories never sleep | |
| And all these differences | |
| A cloak I borrow | |
| We kept our distances | |
| Why should it follow that | |
| I must have loved you? | |
| What is a force that binds the stars? | |
| I wore this mask to hide my scars | |
| What is the power that moves the tide? | |
| Never could find a place to hide | |
| What moves the earth around the sun? | |
| What could I do but run and run and run? | |
| Afraid to love, afraid to fail | |
| A mast without a sail | |
| The moon's a fingernail | |
| And slowly sinking | |
| Another day begins | |
| And now I'm thinking | |
| That this is indifference | |
| Was my invention | |
| When everything I did | |
| Sought your attention | |
| You were my compass star | |
| You were my measure | |
| You were a pirate's map | |
| Of buried treasure | |
| If this was all correct | |
| The last thing I'd expect | |
| The prosecution rests | |
| It's time that I confessed | |
| I must have loved you | |
| I must have loved you |
| I watch the western sky | |
| The sun is sinking | |
| The geese are flying south | |
| It sets me thinking | |
| I did not miss you much | |
| I did not suffer | |
| What did not kill me | |
| Just made me tougher | |
| I feel the winter come | |
| His icy sinews, | |
| Now in the firelight | |
| The case continues | |
| Another night in court | |
| The same old trial | |
| The same old questions asked | |
| The same denial | |
| The shadows closing round | |
| Like jury members | |
| I look for answers in | |
| The fire zha embers | |
| Why was I missing then | |
| That whole December? | |
| I give my usual line, | |
| I don' t remember | |
| Another winter comes | |
| His icy fingers creep | |
| Into these bones of mine | |
| These memories never sleep | |
| And all these differences | |
| A cloak I borrow | |
| We kept our distances | |
| Why should it follow that | |
| I must have loved you? | |
| What is a force that binds the stars? | |
| I wore this mask to hide my scars | |
| What is the power that moves the tide? | |
| Never could find a place to hide | |
| What moves the earth around the sun? | |
| What could I do but run and run and run? | |
| Afraid to love, afraid to fail | |
| A mast without a sail | |
| The moon' s a fingernail | |
| And slowly sinking | |
| Another day begins | |
| And now I' m thinking | |
| That this is indifference | |
| Was my invention | |
| When everything I did | |
| Sought your attention | |
| You were my compass star | |
| You were my measure | |
| You were a pirate' s map | |
| Of buried treasure | |
| If this was all correct | |
| The last thing I' d expect | |
| The prosecution rests | |
| It' s time that I confessed | |
| I must have loved you | |
| I must have loved you |
| I watch the western sky | |
| The sun is sinking | |
| The geese are flying south | |
| It sets me thinking | |
| I did not miss you much | |
| I did not suffer | |
| What did not kill me | |
| Just made me tougher | |
| I feel the winter come | |
| His icy sinews, | |
| Now in the firelight | |
| The case continues | |
| Another night in court | |
| The same old trial | |
| The same old questions asked | |
| The same denial | |
| The shadows closing round | |
| Like jury members | |
| I look for answers in | |
| The fire zhā embers | |
| Why was I missing then | |
| That whole December? | |
| I give my usual line, | |
| I don' t remember | |
| Another winter comes | |
| His icy fingers creep | |
| Into these bones of mine | |
| These memories never sleep | |
| And all these differences | |
| A cloak I borrow | |
| We kept our distances | |
| Why should it follow that | |
| I must have loved you? | |
| What is a force that binds the stars? | |
| I wore this mask to hide my scars | |
| What is the power that moves the tide? | |
| Never could find a place to hide | |
| What moves the earth around the sun? | |
| What could I do but run and run and run? | |
| Afraid to love, afraid to fail | |
| A mast without a sail | |
| The moon' s a fingernail | |
| And slowly sinking | |
| Another day begins | |
| And now I' m thinking | |
| That this is indifference | |
| Was my invention | |
| When everything I did | |
| Sought your attention | |
| You were my compass star | |
| You were my measure | |
| You were a pirate' s map | |
| Of buried treasure | |
| If this was all correct | |
| The last thing I' d expect | |
| The prosecution rests | |
| It' s time that I confessed | |
| I must have loved you | |
| I must have loved you |