Comfort Cove Haunting
(ooh) The harbor turns black when October comes down Cold salt in the
spray over Comfort Cove town
Old lantern swings slow on the rot of the pier
For the sailor who walks on the turn of the year
Lock up the shutters and bank down the peat
You can hear the boots dragging across stony street
(he is coming back)
Oh, the Ghost of Comfort Cove walks through the chill!
Up from the breakers and over the hill!
Carrying a lantern carved out of a skull
Waiting for the tide that will never be full!
(never be full!)
He knocks on the tavern,
he raps on the pane
Leaves wet seaweed prints in the cold autumn rain
He lost his three-master in seventy-three
Now he hunts for his crew every All Hallows Eve
Don't gaze out the glass if you treasure your breath
He's singing a shanty of sorrow and death
(hear him call)
Oh, the Ghost of Comfort Cove walks through the chill!
Up from the breakers and over the hill!
Carrying a lantern carved out of a skull
Waiting for the tide that will never be full!
(never be full!)
(shhhh) Sleep now, little town,
till the candle burns thin
He only wants someone to welcome him in
Oh, the Ghost of Comfort Cove walks through the chill!
Up from the breakers and over the hill!
Carrying a lantern carved out of a skull
Waiting for the tide that will never be full!
(never be full,
never be full!)
Back down to the deep... (hummmm)