From the album American Son

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Lyrics

The Ghost of Leonard
Oh AAAAAAh, Oh AAAAAAh, O AAAAAAmen

Lit my body like a cigarette
When I was young and dreamed of death
Oh the poems fell like ash
Upon my desk

I'm the Ghost of Leonard Cohen, don't you know?
I'm the one whose footprints vanished in the snow
I'm the one who slit his wrists to ink these songs
to cover swastikas on bathroom walls

Carry me, my bride, to Gallilee
in your dress of autumn leaves
Oh I’ll hide inside the shadows
of your knees

I'm the Ghost of Leonard Cohen, don't you know?
I'm the homeless child trying to sell this rose
I'm the pregnant junkie weeping in the dark
Who cannot pay for food or start her car

Oh AAAAAAh, Oh AAAAAAh, O AAAAAAmen

bury me on election day
in the dirt from which I came
Oh the carpenter hangs on
the cross again

I'm the Ghost of Leonard Cohen, don't you know?
I'm the Bible burning in the hobo stove
I'm the one who stood among the hungry men
And let them know that they’d been fooled… they’d been fooled again

Oh AAAAAAh, Oh AAAAAAh, O AAAAAAmen
Lyrics Copyright Jay Thomas Wolff Bowden, 2010-2017