Lyrics
was it a ghost or could this be
Marsh marigold, as good as a man can be
Books in the evening while she goes out walking, sleep good man sleep
married our widow fair
he followed a lantern s glow
Thirty years had passed when the letter found our man, walled in on left and right, mourning her barnabas
don t you love a quiet house
Aster and sweet fern, content by the fire and your quiet spouse
As good as a man can be, elder and blue berry
as far as you can flee
Marsh marigold, sleep good man sleep, you re finally out of her reach
Lydia s wearing black, walled in on left and right
His bed cold and empty, aster and sweet fern Lowland, as good as a man can be
Lydia visits in dreams soft and distant like haze on the morning, barnabas cooke
You re finally out of her reach, his veteran s pension will pay her rent and afford her a modest life Lowland, mourning her barnabas
Carry yourself to the judge, aster and sweet fern, lydia visits in dreams soft and distant like haze on the morning
walled in on left and right
thrown overboard at the whim of a storm
mourning her barnabas
pity the widowed bride
Don t you love a quiet house, thrown overboard at the whim of a storm
Was it a ghost or could this be, books in the evening while she goes out walking, late one night barnabas woke to find
you re finally out of her reach
barnabas cooke
Lydia visits in dreams soft and distant like haze on the morning, pity the widowed bride Aster, walled in on left and right