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1.
A hundred years ago, so the old folk say The body of a babe was found where it lay Wrapped in shawl of seaweed, washed up on the shore Robbed of mother's love..... for evermore A meeting it was held, and the minister declared We must find the mother, no effort shall be spared The unmarried women, from the land and from the town Must be brought unto the kirk, where the truth will be found                      CHORUS O mother mine, I am all forlorn Cast into the sea when I was born Forever winter, under the icy waves till I will snuggle warm to your breast again The women were lined up & the midwife watched them well From their face & their demeanor she was sure she could tell But no-one shed a tear, nor shame was there betrayed So the minister he ordered that the body be displayed                        CHORUS The babe was passed along...now the tears did flow! As the tiny fragile body reached the hindmost of the row And this was Mary Taylor, where the wee thing came to rest Then the ghost of it broke free and it suckled at her breast O mother mine, I’m so warm Held fast to your breast where I belong Winter is over now that we are one As I snuggle warm to your breast again                        
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When father died late last year, well none of us mourned him For he was so cruel with tongue and fists To show that we had no fear we slid the rings from his fingers Which we wore round our necks and round our wrists And mother was first, she danced round the room And did a wee bow at the door The three of us waved, as she ran down the path Her body was found on the moor Then after the funeral fuss we stayed by the firelight For fear that the ghosts would hang around As the shadows danced over us, I thought I saw something But I sat and I never made a sound Well, Jane was the next, she bade us good night Then cuddled her doll as she did pray She took to her bed with the ring on her wrist And she was found dead at break of day I had my suspicions now, that father had risen His ghost was so cruel, just like in life I felt his breath on my brow, and his stench in my nostrils I was ready again with my penknife But Bill was the third, he was crossing the yard On his way to get coal in the rain I watched as a crow flew out of a tree I never saw brother Bill again So now I am all alone, while ghosts walk around me They watch every single move I make And I am just skin and bone, and I am resigned now My fate it is sealed, so I just shake And sometimes I hear a tap on the door Or a familiar tread on the stair And it's father, I know, I wait for his laugh To signal it's time to join him there

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A record of original Ghost Songs written and performed by acclaimed Scottish singer/songwriter Alan Davidson and Jesse Poe.

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released October 29, 2020

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