There’s a ghost in my house by the tree
Thats been up for two years
I can see her so clearly
Now I must find a way out of here

There’s a ghost in my house by the tree
It can’t seem to forget about me
Now my face is wetting
I know God loves collecting


She always loved feeding wild birds
Fill up the trays with bird seed
I can hear cardinals singing
“Why did you have to leave me?”

She always loved feeding wild birds
Fill up the trays with bird seed
I can hear cardinals singing
“Why did you have to leave me?”