Robbie Fulks - Bethelridge lyrics

God help a soul In troubled dreams some peace to find The night is long And those now gone, they haunt my mind A low voice calls A shadowed face toward me turns Her arms unfold And on her breast my name is burned. Oh love, the flame of gold Love left a child to hold But my love has long turned cold And my child is a stranger. Go child, go From Bethelridge your dreams have flown Your home's fallen still And through its halls chill winds have blown. The earth you ran Bears no sweet trace of days gone by But a lone, lost man Who sees no light nor hears you cry.