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 moonlight

The ghost who walks

She's on the prowl

Wanders in the moonlight

She's crying to herself

Because 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