Many Moons Ago
A night of december so dark and cold,I walked a path ages oldThe moon amongst the clouds revealedLightning valleys, forest and field
Embraced by silence i wandered the moorAn endless landscape by my sideWhen in the mist i saw a lightDancing through the hazy night
I stood and watched the play in aweWas deeply touched by what i sawI told my friends what i did seeAnd what they told did tremble me!
It's said the ghost of a young, fair maidIs cursed to dwell beneath the shadeOf the olden oak she died belowO that was many moons ago