Seth Lakeman - Preacher's Ghost lyrics

Working man with a candle burning through the dust and steam He lived his life in the earths own gutter with a broken dream The kings own son He won't sleep until his work is done From the ash and smoke That preacher woke Stained gla** scars of a distant memory on a graveyard shift Wrapped old bones and a coal face covered with a clenched out fist The kings own son He won't stop until his work is done From the ash and smoke That preacher woke Hear him hammer home.. All dressed up in robes almighty with a rose and crown On a stormy night you can hear him shouting form the underground