1. Ghosts

From the recording Ghosts

(c) John R Pollard

John Raymond Pollard – voice, acoustic guitar
Bobby Roe – bass
Brian Delaney - drums
Ellie Massias – guitar
Frank Colon – percussion
Tom Beckham – vibraphone


Many times our footsteps fell together
on mud and grass, broken glass, and snow.
Many years ago I can remember
your script was the fool,
you sauntered so cool,
and you sunned by the pool, so long ago...

As I see you lying there in candle light, so still,
family and friends console each other.
I feel a chill.
Can small children know?
Where did their daddy go?
The tomb's a grim stone teacher, hard and cold.

Jim, I once was best friends with your brother.
I hadn't seen him once these past ten years.
You know, it's quite a shock when you discover
how much people change
and yet remain the same.
We grow old from the strain of all we know.

Did the wind pick up,
disturb a lake that slumbered still
and your limbs grow numb past ache
faced with liquid chill?
Waters surround your boat sinking down.
You do the dead man's float to Banshee's sound.

Jim, I try to walk upon the water,
but my footsteps can't enchant the sea.
I ache for love and warmth
I once thought were so sacred and fine;
it's aimless waves I climb.
I've never left a footprint where I've been.

Jim, the winds are silent now;
water's standing still.
Feet torn ragged on the rocks
I face the river's chill.
Waters surround I vow I won’t go down
As I seek the peace you have found.