The Daughter the Ghost


At the meadow the girl would smile so bright,
She would dance on the rocks, in her dress all in white,
Her mother came calling, but never got close,
She could not find her, her daughter the ghost.

The man spoke sweetly and touched gently her face,
He offered her hope, but more importantly grace,
Her mother came calling, but never got close,
She could not find her, her daughter the ghost.

The mother knew better than to give her away,
To a man that drank poison at the end of the day,
Her mother came calling, but never got close,
She could not find her, her daughter the ghost.

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