[Intro] [Pipe organ plays a slow, circling waltz] At the stroke of twelve The great doors sigh [Verse 1] The candles bow along the stairs The dust begins to rise A figure in a velvet coat Sits down where the keys lie His pale hands wake the sleeping pipes A low note fills the hall The portraits turn their painted eyes As shadows climb the wall [Chorus] At midnight, the organ calls Through Blackthorn Hall One note for the buried One note for the lost At midnight, the organ calls And the dead hear it all [Verse 2] The village hears the melody Across the frozen ground The churchyard grass begins to stir Beneath the measured sound He plays the song his mother knew Before the blood-red years And every door is barred too late When that last note draws near [Chorus] At midnight, the organ calls Through Blackthorn Hall One note for the buried One note for the lost At midnight, the organ calls And the dead hear it all [Bridge] [Drums fall away; organ alone] He never sees the morning He never leaves the keys He waits inside the ruined hall For one more soul to hear [Final Chorus] [Full band enters; organ remains dominant] At midnight, the organ calls Through Blackthorn Hall One note for the buried One note for the lost At midnight, the organ calls And the dead hear it all [Outro] [Voice stops; final organ chord, then a clean cutoff] At midnight The organ calls
