The ghosts of the old mine shaft they come out in the night
On the galvanize of the old mine shed their shadows seen in the moonlight
And little doubt on the galvanize not the shadow of a tree
But the images of miners it seems obvious to me.
It is said he is a genius one of a rare kind
But he cannot hide from his ghosts of the mind
For as long as he live with him they will stay
Though strong medication does keep them at bay
Of ghosts and ghosts stories I read of and hear
But I don't fear the dead 'tis the living I fear
'Tis only the living can take human life
By bomb or steel bar or by bullet or knife.