Lyrics Ghosts of Evangeline - Cris Jacobs

Thought I could tell the voice of John
Hurt, while the wind whistled up from the dirt
Like a man behind the curtain telling good news in rhyme
In the hum of the static dusk I heard the faint reveling of Olabelle
Busking her heart out on a pavement
Of some part of a long lost lifetime

All of them long live out their days
Singing along, in secret ways
What lingers on among the light that
Stays unseen, all the ghosts of Evangeline

Heard a grandmother laughing, I swear
Through the chimes of the morning air
Blowing past the open window where precious namesake's sleep In those
Wild angel dreams she'll stay Where the matriarchs of ancient
Gods pray on, all things good in our days, to comfort and keep

All of them long live out their time
Singing along, Evangeline
What lingers on among the light that
Shines unseen, are the ghosts of Evangeline

As we bid a fond farewell
To a little blackbird that flew and fell
Let's imagine what her soul will tell if we let ourselves hear it

All of them long live out their time
Singing along in secret rhyme
What lingers on among the light that shines
Unseen, all the ghosts of Evangeline, of Evangeline