Thought I could tell the voice of John Hurt, while the wind whistled up from the dirt Like a man behind the curtain telling good news in rhyme In the hum of the static dusk I heard the faint reveling of Olabelle Busking her heart out on a pavement Of some part of a long lost lifetime All of them long live out their days Singing along, in secret ways What lingers on among the light that Stays unseen, all the ghosts of Evangeline Heard a grandmother laughing, I swear Through the chimes of the morning air Blowing past the open window where precious namesake's sleep In those Wild angel dreams she'll stay Where the matriarchs of ancient Gods pray on, all things good in our days, to comfort and keep All of them long live out their time Singing along, Evangeline What lingers on among the light that Shines unseen, are the ghosts of Evangeline As we bid a fond farewell To a little blackbird that flew and fell Let's imagine what her soul will tell if we let ourselves hear it All of them long live out their time Singing along in secret rhyme What lingers on among the light that shines Unseen, all the ghosts of Evangeline, of Evangeline