Louise Latham Old Soul
You’re an old soul
Raven black in the winter cold
Your feet tread
Endlessly on these paths of old
The night swells the voices begin
To haunt your soul
You listen hard
The stories you hear
Like broken bones
Oh I can hear you calling in the dark baby
Oh I can hear you calling in the dark baby
You’re an old soul
Captured by fears
A thousand years old
In each place
Lives are revealed
The journeys you know
Your heart stops
So many voices
That won’t let go
You fight in the dark
To escape the grasp of these troubled souls
Oh I can hear you calling in the dark baby
Oh I can hear you calling in the dark baby
Can you hear the past calling faintly
Can you see the tide rolling back
Can you feel the touch of freedom
A thousand souls waiting for release
Oh I can hear you calling in the dark baby
Oh I can hear you calling in the dark baby
Can you hear the past calling faintly
Can you see the tide rolling back
Can you feel the touch of freedom
A thousand souls waiting for release
