Here’s a gloomy song about regretting not having paid attention to people, and appreciated them more, while they were still around. December tends to dig up sad memories as well as happy ones – at least it does for me.

I wish you all a wonderful time over this holiday break and that all your most heartfelt wishes come true in 2016.

(A huge ‘thank you’ to Siobhan Dakay for an amazing b/t to sing to!)


THE GHOSTS ARE HERE

The ghosts are here, needing to be fed
With answers to the questions of the restless dead
There are dark thoughts circling in my head
I wish I’d listened to everything they said

The ghosts are here, they’re not laid to rest
They cluster round my bed at night and put me to the test
In some secret corner I knew I’d rue the day
I didn’t make more effort, I went my own way

The ghosts are here with their gift of guilt
My failures sewn together to make a shabby quilt
They say they forgive me – that I should forget
But I miss them still and I’ll always feel regret

The ghosts are here, needing to be fed
With answers to the questions of the restless dead
There are dark thoughts circling in my head
I wish I’d listened to everything they said

The ghosts are here, they’re not laid to rest
The ghosts are here, with their gift of guilt
The ghosts are here, the ghosts of December