I came upon an essay about mysterious natural phenomena and the stories people have
Told over the years to explain them I've always been fascinated by light, mystery and a
Good story

There's a light in the darkness just barely out of view
From the corner of your vision it beckons to you
After the crops have all come in amid the stubble and the chaff
Keep on walking when it whispers and don't look back

Some say it's the Ghost Train's headlight or poor Wayland Smiths' pyre
Some say it's the Will o the Wisp or St Elmo's fire,
Or the ghost of wandering spirits that got lost between the worlds
Keep on walking when they whisper or if the lines begin to blur

When it's done it's said and done
What it's gone it's good and gone
Sometimes there's nothing left to do,
But pack it up and move along

I'm not saying don't remember or that all things can be repaired
But after the truth's been told where do we go from there?
Sorrow is a constant companion we learn just to walk beside
Keep walking when it whispers and don't listen when it lies

When it's done it's said and done
What it's gone it's good and gone
Sometimes there's nothing left to do,
But pack it up and move along

There are stories we were told just to keep us in our place
There are stories we made up ourselves to save a little face
There the ones that made us crazy and the ones that kept us sane,
Keep on walking if the stories all start to sound the same

When it's done it's said and done
What it's gone it's good and gone
Sometimes there's nothing left to do,
But pack it up and move along

When it's done it's said and done
What it's gone it's good and gone
Sometimes there's nothing left to do,
But pack it up and move along

Sometimes there's nothing left to do,
But pack it up and move along
Sometimes there's nothing left to do,
But pack it up and move along