She walks the beaches under full moonlight
or is that only when she can be seen on the bay?
for the sunlight would pass through her misty figure
should she walk the same path in the light of day
There's a legend passed down for two hundred years
of how she lost her life to the cliffs above
when fearing her lover was drowned at sea
she could no longer go on without his precious love
The tale that is told, throughout the town
how she lost her mind from a heart that yearned
little did she know that he felt not the same
he was not lost at sea, but just never returned
So now she awaits his ship every night
when the moon rises full, in the darkened sky
hoping the lighthouse will soon guide him home
and often times, she can be heard to cry
He was a dashing rogue of just twenty and five
and had a way with the ladies in every port
she gave him her heart, her soul, her life
but to him, she was just all part of his sport
He wooed her with words of sweetness and charm
a repertoire that he played so well
his words could excel any music concerto
and make a girl's heart begin to swell
He would then sail away, after a week or two
where his ship would take him, to yet other lands
and there he would find new conquests of passion
but he would never put a ring on any girl's hand
still awaiting his arrival, from another realm
she will walk the beaches for centuries more
for he loved her not, she played a fool's game
she lost at love but unaware of the score
Now the town's people, see her night after night
her ghostly figure, walking the beach all alone
maybe one day someone will find the courage
to approach and tell her, it is now time to move on
~PennyLynne~