Lyrics
A night of December, so dark and cold
I walked a path, ages old
The moon amongst the clouds revealed
Lightning valleys, forest, and field
Embraced by silence, I wandered the moor
An endless landscape by my side
When in the mist, I saw a light
Dancing through the hazy night
I stood and watched the play in awe
Was deeply touched by what I saw
I told my friends what I did see
And what they told did tremble me!
It's said, the ghost of a young, fair maid
Is cursed to dwell beneath the shade
Of the olden oak, she died below
Oh that was many moons ago!
