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Ghosts of Windmill Hill

from The Shed Sessions Vol. II by John D Revelator

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From the tagged and smashed up bus stop where we always went to deal to the cluttered shuttered cornershop where we first learned how to steal

There’s bitter wind blowing southbound from the high & lonely moors its fingers tap the windows & probe holes in every door.

There’s a mourning sound from flapping fence as the wind screams across the park and clanging chain from a broken swing that rattles after dark

Is that a keening in the north wind as it carries winter’s chill? Or the crying of the lost souls of the Ghosts of Windmill Hill

Break

In the bashed and battered phone box where you’d skin up after dark
You can hear the Friday sirens wail and dozen guard dogs bark

By the lonely church and graveyard where a 1000 mothers mourned
The wind kicks can through tombstone goals watched by ripped discarded porn

Is that the clapping of a headless centrefold as she cheers Aeolian skill?
Or the crying of the lost souls of the Ghosts of Windmill Hill.



The sails stopped turning years ago like the cogs inside the mill
The factories in the town below are silent dark & still
Today there’s just no work at all
Shops all boarded in the mall
The dying sounds of this old town are shrill
And we’re all going off the meet them
The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.

Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.

Guitar break

Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.

We’d talk for hours by the roundabout & I thought our love was sealed
When I held you tight against the cold north wind as it tore across the playing field

Now that bitter blast still blows through here like it always used to do
But I’m chattering on my own here, alone and missing you

Is that a sobbing on the boreal breeze for a love that lost its’ thrill?
Or the crying of the lost souls of the Ghosts of Windmill Hill.

I loved you like no other man could or ever will
You know if you here today I’d love you up until
The end of time when one & all
Answer hell or heaven’s call
I loved you then & you know I love you still
But our love’s gone to the four winds
With the Ghosts of Windmill Hill.

Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh The Ghosts of Windmill Hill.

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from The Shed Sessions Vol. II, released November 24, 2013

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John D Revelator Glastonbury, UK

Get ready to revelate with John D Revelator!

John D Revelator are John Diment (guitar, mandolin, cigar box, whistles & accordion). Ann Diment (percussion, washboard & backing vocals). , Geraint Coll (Guitar) Simon Morey (bass & backing vocal) and Richard Chant on Drums & Backing vocals.
We do songs of love loss, death, ditches, rabbits & revolution.

From the heart of the West Country with love!
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