by Steve Abel

verse: G, C, Am, x 2
bridge: Bm
chorus: Em, C, G, D, Em, C, G, F, Em
end: G, F, Em repeat

He came up to me
The ghost of God
His hair white and matted
In his had once a glorious rod

He could still remember
Some of the old songs
And we sang them proudly
Me and the ghost of God

He said there are few who ever knew me
I wonder if I did that good a job?
His voice still transcendent
Though he had Parkinson’s nod

Whatever happened
To what you said would come?
Oh I’m getting old now
But I was not wrong

There are Gods in the seaweed
They are ones who pre-date me
See all this is ashes
All ashes this will be

We could still remember
Some of the old songs
And we sang them gladly
Me and the ghost of God

The Ghost of God

Hallelujah