Lyrics

There?s a ghost upstairs scares me out of my mind
She?s been living up there nearly all of the time
She?s got long, gray hair and sunken blue eyes
And for all of these years I have heard her cries

On a cold winters day one hundred years ago
They found her footprints in the ice mountain snow
She never found her way back home from the cold
She froze to her death so the story is told

Chorus:
The apples wither on the table
These woods they weave an ancient fable
The bears are scratching to get in
A thousand ladybugs on the ceiling

In early autumn when the leaves are bright gold
Just cold enough for the iron pellet stove
That turns a crank and through this old farm house sounds
And that is the time her ghost comes around

Chorus

There?s a ghost upstairs easy to imagine
With the white walls bare and the windows watching
With the winter closing in when it?s gray until the spring
When I?m just waking up to the ghost in everything





Chorus II:
The apples wither on the table
These woods they weave an ancient fable
The bears are scratching to get in
A thousand ladybugs on the ceiling
The wasps are trapped between the panes
The turning of the weather vane
The horned god in the pine forest
Bringing Christian unrest


There?s a ghost upstairs and she carries all my fears
But she?s coming down
Cause I found the sound