I have tried this one so many ways even I know the words. In G minor over the same bed as Bus To Anywhere. Graham
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Lyrics
LINGERING SPIRIT
Copyright © Graham Henderson APRA 2007
She sits by a window. That faces the sea.
A wee ragged tyke. On her soft knee.
She scans the line. ‘Tween sea and sky.
The quickness of dark. Bringing fear to her eye.
For, somewhere out there. Her Captain toils.
As storm clouds thicken. And, wild sea boils.
Wrestling the helm, ‘neath wavering mast.
While, she fights a fear. Her face cannot mask.
She worries the ear, of the dog, in her plight.
And keeps her vigil, throughout the night.
Tears shine in the lamplight.
As she prays for the moment his boat comes in sight.
Then in the morning. In front of a gale.
She sees on the water. His homecoming sail.
And slowly the fear, of the night leaves her face.
Leaving only relief, and love, in its place.
Instrumental
This scene is repeated. Throughout the years.
In a house that is home to. One woman’s fears.
Storms that bring. Deep dread to her heart.
Slowly are breaking. Her sanctuary apart.
Stone and mortar. Putty and clay.
Are with each tempest. Washed, unseen away.
To flow in streams. To swirl ‘round and ‘round.
And then, to settle, back into, the ground.
And, stock now stand. Warm, in the lea.
Of a wall, with a window. That faces the sea.
Lingering spirit. Its a comfort to me
To gaze though your window. That faces the sea.
Yeah. Lingering spirit. You are a comfort to me.