Karen Elson Follow

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

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.