I like it    I don't like it

She likes to dream

And the bask becomes a well

Spun mysteries

She lives alone

And the tears have formed a stream

In the winter cold

Only if you remember well

But the secret hides itself

She's a vision through the trees

Mother's ghost won't give her peace

Now it may be there

You can see her looking out

Cos she needs a friend

She starts to cry

And the tears have formed a stream

As they leave her eyes

And as crazy as it seems

She will die and live her dreams

And if it's better in the end

Mother's ghost can sleep again

Now I think she's gone

No-one sees her anymore

And it's been so long

Maybe she's asleep

And she won't wake up again

And know where she is

And know where she'll be, yeah

Fly into those loving arms

They won't do her any harm

Another kiss, let her be

Mother's ghost set her free