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
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 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
