How

Written by Arthur Mountaniol

Was that an echo on the lake
Or a blue ghost keeping me awake
Or Lady Night talking ‘bout love
Or the red moon on the rise?

Whispers coming out of nowhere
But never could I pick up any
Sense, but they were telling me
Something I knew I forgot

How, how, how?

Waiting in the midnight hour
For a mist of a magic, magic power
Knowing no ash between Hell and Heaven
Life and Death

Suddenly I felt I could
Say a word that seemed to mean real good
But I strangely did not recognize
My voice – it sounded old

How, how, how?