Widow in the woods,
Husband is dead.
Beware the lady,
The Lady In Red.
Her nails are as sharp as silver,
Her hair a soft, silk coat.
You better run fast,
Or she'll slit your throat.
Time and time again,
You'll hear her moaning through the trees.
The Lady In Red Hears,
The Lady In Red Sees.
Go for the clearing,
You'll be safe there.
She lurks in the shadows,
To trap you in her snare.
Life will go on living,
You will be mourned.
Your blood will become her dress,
For she is the Lady In Red.