A night of december so dark and cold,

I walked a path ages old

The moon amongst the clouds revealed

lightning valleys, forest and field



Embraced by silence I wandered the moor

an endless landscape by my side

when in the mist I saw a light

dancing through the hazy night



I stood and watched the play in awe

was deeply touched by what I saw

I told my friends what I did see

and what they told did tremble me!



It's said the ghost of a young, fair maid

is cursed to dwell beneath the shade

of the olden oak she died below

O that was many moons ago!