The Ghost Who Walks

The ghost who walks, she's on the prowl For the man she loved he cut her down It was an ordinary night in June When he drove her to the lake so they could watch the full moon The ghost who walks, she's on the prowl For the man she loved he laid her down In the tall grass he kissed her cheek But with a knife in his hand he plunged it in deep She looked at him with pleading eyes He softly spoke, "My dear, the love has died" And then he muffled her desperate cries Under the the moonlight The ghost who walks, she's on the prowl Wanders in the moonlight, she's crying to herself because His eyes never once looked cruel But the moon in the blade, it shimmered like a jewel She looked at him with pleading eyes He softly spoke, "My dear, the love has died" And then he muffled her deadly cries Under the moonlight Under the moonlight Under the moonlight Under the moonlight