Ghost

Sitting alone in this place at night

Waiting for the terrible fright

But nothing stirs in this old barn

But I could tell you a gripping yarn

It has not always been this way

For instance there was the other day

What a story I could tell

Which would make you all yell

Of strange sounds and movement

Of a previous occupant they lament

A ghostly prescence of a lady

Wearing white or cream maybe

The way she met her demise

Would bring tears to your eyes

A sad tale of meeting her maker

The details of which would shake her

So she is here to your end

That is the message she wants to send !