Dear is the old deserted church so dear
Grave is the old churchyard abandoned grave
Hear the wind whistles through the churchyard hear
Fade as a withered flower, sunset, fade
Dead are the people sleeping in graves dead
Cold is the ground where they're buried in cold
Tread please do not upon their gravestones tread
Bold is the pretty sunset fading bold
Sad is the church where monks used to go sad
Sadly the tombs are overgrown sadly
Clad in such ghostly white robes they were clad
Creepily the knells rung out creepily
Dear is that familiar churchyard so dear
Hear the knells ring through the ghostly wind hear

*~Marian~