There you are little night-time ghost..
Sit with me..
I'll play you a song tonite..
But only if you sing along ok..
Sing me your story..


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Down­ by the silver creek..
Little ghost cries..
Shadow of Jesus..
With lightfilled eyes..

Strum me your music life warm soul..
Chords and melodies..
A flame of colors for you to hold..
Midnight church bell memories..

Silver creek runs through her..
Sad body left alone in the cold..
Placed there by a lost souless banisher..
Her little night-time ghost I play to and hold..

Ghostly little finger..
Light compass of evil..
Head north holy music player..
To the house of the evil false preacher..
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Our song was over.. I now know why she sings a sad song.. I make my way north to the old church of the preacher.. I play him this song and sing to him the lyrics during his midnight mass.. Heaven awaits little night-time ghost.. Justice will be served..