| 歌曲 | Giving Up the Ghost |
| 歌手 | Marc Cohn |
| 专辑 | Join the Parade |
| Deep in the night she quietly creeps | |
| Sometimes she moans, sometimes she weeps | |
| When the wind starts a howlin' out of control | |
| She’s trouble in mind, she’s nothin' but soul | |
| Now don’t feel afraid there’s nothin' to fear | |
| It’s just strange visitations year after year | |
| She gave me somethin' | |
| I needed but now the feeling is gone | |
| And it’s high time | |
| I told her she’s gonna have to move on | |
| From the eerie lake to the hills that shake | |
| I’ve been haunted on every coast | |
| I might miss her | |
| I know but | |
| I’m letting it go | |
| I’m givin' up the ghost, givin' up the ghost | |
| Last night she came in at the usual time | |
| Twelve is the number that the church bells did chime | |
| But the wind didn’t blow, there was barely a breeze | |
| Just a light shinin' over the sycamore trees | |
| From the eerie lake to the hills that shake | |
| I’ve been haunted on every coast | |
| I might miss her in know but | |
| I’m letting it go | |
| I’m givin' up the ghost, givin' up the ghost | |
| Now feelin' much better but | |
| I’m still on the brink | |
| I just got a letter in vanishing ink |
| Deep in the night she quietly creeps | |
| Sometimes she moans, sometimes she weeps | |
| When the wind starts a howlin' out of control | |
| She' s trouble in mind, she' s nothin' but soul | |
| Now don' t feel afraid there' s nothin' to fear | |
| It' s just strange visitations year after year | |
| She gave me somethin' | |
| I needed but now the feeling is gone | |
| And it' s high time | |
| I told her she' s gonna have to move on | |
| From the eerie lake to the hills that shake | |
| I' ve been haunted on every coast | |
| I might miss her | |
| I know but | |
| I' m letting it go | |
| I' m givin' up the ghost, givin' up the ghost | |
| Last night she came in at the usual time | |
| Twelve is the number that the church bells did chime | |
| But the wind didn' t blow, there was barely a breeze | |
| Just a light shinin' over the sycamore trees | |
| From the eerie lake to the hills that shake | |
| I' ve been haunted on every coast | |
| I might miss her in know but | |
| I' m letting it go | |
| I' m givin' up the ghost, givin' up the ghost | |
| Now feelin' much better but | |
| I' m still on the brink | |
| I just got a letter in vanishing ink |