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
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 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