Winter brought us snow in banks
along the window sill
Your breath fogged up the glass we'd let
our fingers feel the thrill
The bite of frost has gone but I
can feel December still
Algid boot steps on the hardened ground
on down to Slater Mill
and you told me you could taste
the Holy Ghost upon your tongue
and you told me you could taste
the Holy Ghost
We were merely children then
and maybe we still are
Rolling through the rushes in
the back of daddy's car
The summer song of Sparrows and
the heady smell of tar and we were
drinking warm rye whiskey from
a broken mason jar
and you told me you could taste
the Holy Ghost upon your tongue
and you told me you could taste
the Holy Ghost
and you left with the autumn leaves
amber, brass, and burgundy
and gold
How I loved you in July although
I knew you wouldn't stay
How I know you're better off because
this town is in decay and
How the sentiments I've held
have only gotten in the way but
How I wish you'd see your way to come
back home to me one day
To tell me you can taste
the Holy Ghost upon your tongue
To tell me you can taste
the Holy Ghost
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