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