Testo Little Ghost Song

Please forgive me
(It's impossible to say)
If I appear unkind
(It's impossible to know) but any fool can tell you
It's all in your mind

Down in the meadow
The old lion stirred As his hands cross his mouth
He has no use for word

Poor little girl
With your hands full of snow
Poor little girl
'had no way to know
But you've got me eatin'
You've got me eatin' out
You've got me eatin'
Right outta your hands

The airborne starlings circle
Over the frozen fields
And the hollyhocks hang harmlessly And the old lion yields

But you've got me eatin'
You've got me eatin'
You've got me eatin' right outta your hands
You've got me eatin' right outta your hands
Got me eatin' right outta your hands
Got me eatin' right outta your hands
Got me eatin' right outta your hands