Broken shards of blue stained glass
Abandoned church, **** filled winding path
Sits all alone, on the hill overlooking the town
The old ***** plays
But no fingers are stroking the keys
Watch the moon push through the clouds
Figures swaying in the breeze
A green, rusty cast iron gate
Here he lay since 1908
And when the sun sets, and the birds find their nest for the night
The towns folk can hear
The sound of a midnight affair
***** music fills the air
They dance past headstones, then disappear
Look on through the gate where by day people come
lay flowers, wreaths, cry and then leave
And when they’ve all gone home, the moon light will shine
Spirits leave the earth and dance into the night
Have you ever heard the sound, that old ***** makes if you walk past give it a nod, then take your leave
The ladies dance with men
Old sweethearts united again
Beneath the shadow of the church every evening the same
snowdrops grow from the ground, an old man sits all alone
reading a book, to the woman who he had once loved
through sunshine, tears soon came
Knowing one day there will be no more pain
The sun sets, it all starts again
He puts his book down and stands in the rain
Watching a form emerge from the ground
A misty haze but still no sound
then the ***** plays, her human form she takes
He stares at her but she does not see
have you ever seen the sight on cemetery lane
where the spirits glide over and over again
they don’t know where to go, tortured, dancing souls
they just wonder around to the ***** playing
when the sun comes and the birds wake
the man watches his lover find her place
the misty haze rests on the ground
until silence is now the only sound