The Ghost Who Walks - Karen Elson

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 he 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 her knife in his hand he plunged it in deep

She looked at him with pleeding eyes

He softly spoke my dear love has died

And then he muffled her desperate cries under the moon light

The ghost who walks she’s on the prowl

Wonders in the moonlight she’s crying to herself because

His eyes never looked fooled, but the moon and the blade it Shimmered like a jewel

She looked at him with pleeding eyes

He softly spoke my dear love has died

And then he muffled her deadly cries under the moonlight

Under the moonlight,

Under the moonlight,

Under the moonlight.