Karen Elson

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
And then he muffled her desperate cries under the moon light