The ghost who walks, she's on the prowl
For the man she loved, he cut her down
It was an ordinary night in June
When he drove her to the lake so they could watch the full moon

The ghost who walks, she's on the prowl
For the man she loved, he laid her down
In the tall grass he kissed her cheek
But with a knife in his hand he plunged it in deep

She looked at him with pleading eyes
He softly spoke, "My dear the love has died"
And then he muffled her desperate cries under the moonlight

Ghost who walks, she's on the prowl
Wanders in the moonlight, she's crying to herself because
Eyes never once looked cruel
But the moon in the blade shimmered like a jewel

She looked at him with pleading eyes
He softly spoke, "My dear the love has died"
And then he muffled her deadly cries under the moonlight

Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight