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 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.