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 and in the tall grass he kissed her cheek and with a knife in his hand he plunged it 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.
the ghost who walks she's on the prowl, wanders in the moonlight, she's crying to herself cause his 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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
