White Lady Waltz

Oh, how I yearn for the graveyard
And the dirt beneath the great old white elm
'Cos that's where I see
The only one for me
My little graveyard girl

Her eyes have gone dark in the middle
Like a pond, they reflect all the stars
Her dress frays and flows
She's my lovely little ghost
'Til death did us part

And when I go I know
She'll welcome me into her arms
And have saved me a spot in her heart

She offers me her bony hand
She prefers to float rather than stand
Yes, the two-step is quite the feat
When you don't have any feet
Yet she always saves me a dance

And when I go I know
I'll be met with her dress, faded white
And I won't go into that night alone



Credits
Writer(s): June Pickle
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