As a look up at the stars Glowing down on earth to us.. I still hear the distant thunder of horses running wild Knights of a past gone by The sound of swords that flow through the air
Oh those times I am but a ghost that can look out and see the past fly by
The time for those great parties with oozes of whiskey whiskey of all sorts old as new
Even at these parties, with all our singing and loud voices yelling "more whiskey now" We heard the howling of the large beast in the lake Some thought it was a she Some thought it was a he Some just didn't know what it was But we knew it liked whiskey
If we gave her a lot, she gave us gifts
The times has changed No longer can one look at the stars Even see the highland mist as the morning rises
Are we but shadows now? Will any remember our great times? Our great fight? Our great parties?
Does anyone still see the highland mist? Oh to hope for just that To hope for a yet again magic world Just a hope that people will see that magic is still to hear and feel
Just look in a dark castle at night Maybe you will hear the old sounds of ghosts from a distant time
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