Little Ghost Song

Please forgive me

If I appear unkind

But any fool can tell you

It's all in your mind

Down in the meadow

The old lion stirs

As his hands cross his mouth

He has no use for word

Poor little girl

With your hand full of snow

Poor little girl

Had no way to know

You've got me eatin'

You've got me eatin' out

You've got me eatin' right outta your hands

[Incomprehensible]Or the frozen field

And the hollyhocks hang harmlessly

And the old lion kneels

But you've got me eatin'

You've got me eatin'

You've got me eatin' right outta your hands

Got me eatin' right outta your hands

Got me eatin' right outta your hands

Got me eatin' right outta your hands, babe

Got me eatin' right outta your hands