Spirits Songtext
von Latrice

Sunday afternoon
Get in the car
Drive out of the city
Get out of the city
Green grass and rolling hills
Flowers at my side
Pull over, stop the car
Stone-stocked the field where I stand

Here is my sister
Here is my brother
I know their spirits linger
I feel them reach out to me
I feel them reach out to me


Very little I understand
Of who came before me
I want to know the stories
I want to connect them
As I move from stone to stone
Names familiar, names unknown
One day I will be history
For those who live after me

Here is my sister
Here is my brother
I know their spirits linger
I feel them reach out to me
I feel them reach out to me
Here is my sister (Sister)
Here is my brother (Brother)
I know their spirits linger
I feel them reach out to me
Sister (Sister)
Brother (Brother)
Sister (Sister)
Brother (Brother)
I feel them reach out to me