Ghost of Christmas Past

Let's go back to where it started

Where my life was filled with peace

Though alone, my dad cold hearted

My sister Fan, made my darkness cease

Was left at school every Christmas evening

Then one day I found new meaning

When they would invite me home

Joyful, at ease – with family

With the news that Fanny died

I knew from this moment that I'm all alone

(He thinks his alone when there's all around him others)

(That his lonely heart can't see, it's filled with greed)

Come and take my robe

We will fly away

Come with your robe, we fly away

To a time of jolly and gay

With the Ghost of Christmas Past

Here to help me find my way

Come with your robe, we fly away

To a time of jolly and gay

With the Ghost of Christmas Past

Here to help me find my way

On towards my glory days

Of working for a jolly man

Fezziwig, that kook, how he made us laugh and

Took us in with open arms

Dance till morning, singing, cheering

Christmas time was always steering

To a hope of better times

I still can recall that joyful night

When I met my love, my Belle

Wish for the rest of my time

That we could have made a life together

Come and take my robe

We will fly away

Come with your robe, we fly away

To a time of jolly and gay

With the Ghost of Christmas Past

Here to help me find my way

Come with your robe, we fly away

To a time of jolly and gay

With the Ghost of Christmas Past

Here to help me find my way

The hour strikes, it's getting darker

Then I see a lonely man

Waiting for his true love Belle

Knowing that she won't show up

She was my true love, I knew

But she had found herself someone new

Consumed by greed, his lust for wealth

Lost in his world, a tragic spell

Now I know what could have been

Should I regret that painful sin?

How I chose my own success

Before the only woman I have ever loved liked this

Come and take my robe

We will fly away

Come with your robe, we fly away

To a time of jolly and gay

With the help of the Ghost of the Christmas Past

To show me on my way

Come with your robe, we fly away

To a time of jolly and gay

With the Ghost of Christmas Past

Here to help me find my way