Dead Man's Island - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

I heard the ghost

Heard the ghost moaning

Like the wind

That howls in the glowing

I heard them groaning

Groaning over

Dead man’s island

And where is my leg

I’m a dead man howling

Where is my arm

Deep in the clay

Bleached red in the dirt

And washed out to sea

Washed out to sea

Ah the waves came again

And claimed me as their own

And I disappeared back to the unknown

Rather would those meet

On their way to

There I must stay

So where is my trial

The tall grass whispers

The meadow sucks the marrow

From the rotting land

Brutal buried;

buried treasures

Crushed coffins and flesh

Crushed coffins and flesh

Crushed coffins and flesh

On dead man’s isle