From the recording 7. Ghost-Trek Blues
My original song ("The Trek") has a mystical kind of sound to it. This blues version has a completely different melody and underlying chord structure. The lyrics tell the same story but have been altered to fit the new meter of what is now a blues song.
Lyrics
GHOST-TREK BLUES
Michael Dyer
© 2009
(Derived from Dyer's song "The Trek" © 2006)
A caravan of oxen lumber, slowly near where I have slumbered.
This mornin’s semi-languid pace,
Has encumbered my disgrace.
As the crust my sore eyes hold in, opens, iron bells do toll in,
Ruins to seek my soul in,
Hell-holes of whisperin' sin.
Many days in lonely mountains.
Rain-trekked paths the only sounds,
In my head of voices dead:
Companions lost, long ago.
As I stand my hopes gather; wail and kneel but it doesn’t matter,
Dreams runnin' pitter-patter.
Seek the blest, but find no rest.
Can the mystic nymph of laughter,
Hold back the now and here-after?
Can the priestess, with a kiss,
Release me from this abyss?
Can the ancient sage’s vision, come to one when one’s of age?
And the grave with death's derision,
Let me go? I gotta know.
Many days in lonely mountains.
Rain-trekked paths the only sounds,
In my head of voices dead:
Companions lost, long ago.