Lyrics to Ghost Of Christmas To Come
You're the third... The ghost of Christmas yet to come
Speak to me! Tell me what is to happen to me, to all of us
Very well... Then show me, spirit. Show me what I must see...
- Look at this, what I found when I went through his belongings
It's like he never used this clock that's made of gold
- What a waste of a man, he was cruel indeed and selfish
And he died a lonley man, well so I'm told
Who is this man, that they talk about?
The one that for them seem so cruel
Is he dead, I can't see
Tell me spirit who's the man in front of me!
- Have you heard?
- He is dead!
- What a pity
- Who you said?
Now he's lying there alone inside his rug
- Good riddance!
Always mean to the poor, and like many times before
I got sick and tired, always hearing humbug
Who is this man, they keep talking about?
The one that for me now seem so cruel
As it seems, this is strange
If this future tells of me then I will change
Can't you see, this could be
In a not so far reality
Have your life been worth a single dime?
All the pain, all the horror that
Remains from your existence now
Will leave a mark of sorrow for all time
I see how the Cratchit's are mourning
Wishing he still would be there
A tiny crutch to the wall
Tell me, Spirit, can you spare his life at all?
See the grave with a name that describes a pure evil
I beg of you, show me no more!
This will be you if when the Christmas night is trough you won't change
I will change, spirit please let me go
Spirit please, let me go, I can't handle any more
Of this unpleasant, evil future what may come
Saw the name of the grave and I know it's the same
As the one I bare, please don't make it happen
I know now, I know it too well how
To prevent such a cruel lonely fate
The spirits have opened my eyes now
The past, the present and what future may become
Saw the tears of the family mourning
Of their son, that I know I could have saved
Take me back, take me home, give me one more chance
To change what will come
Take me home
Take me back, spirit...
Speak to me! Tell me what is to happen to me, to all of us
Very well... Then show me, spirit. Show me what I must see...
- Look at this, what I found when I went through his belongings
It's like he never used this clock that's made of gold
- What a waste of a man, he was cruel indeed and selfish
And he died a lonley man, well so I'm told
Who is this man, that they talk about?
The one that for them seem so cruel
Is he dead, I can't see
Tell me spirit who's the man in front of me!
- Have you heard?
- He is dead!
- What a pity
- Who you said?
Now he's lying there alone inside his rug
- Good riddance!
Always mean to the poor, and like many times before
I got sick and tired, always hearing humbug
Who is this man, they keep talking about?
The one that for me now seem so cruel
As it seems, this is strange
If this future tells of me then I will change
Can't you see, this could be
In a not so far reality
Have your life been worth a single dime?
All the pain, all the horror that
Remains from your existence now
Will leave a mark of sorrow for all time
I see how the Cratchit's are mourning
Wishing he still would be there
A tiny crutch to the wall
Tell me, Spirit, can you spare his life at all?
See the grave with a name that describes a pure evil
I beg of you, show me no more!
This will be you if when the Christmas night is trough you won't change
I will change, spirit please let me go
Spirit please, let me go, I can't handle any more
Of this unpleasant, evil future what may come
Saw the name of the grave and I know it's the same
As the one I bare, please don't make it happen
I know now, I know it too well how
To prevent such a cruel lonely fate
The spirits have opened my eyes now
The past, the present and what future may become
Saw the tears of the family mourning
Of their son, that I know I could have saved
Take me back, take me home, give me one more chance
To change what will come
Take me home
Take me back, spirit...
