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She Walks the Graveyard

(Dawn Isbell Wilson)

I wanted to write a song for the season of ghosts and graveyards. Something that felt familiar but with a slightly fresh take. I started in the hope of capturing the essence of a great ghost story in song the way Alfred Noyes captured it in poetry with his haunting classic, "The Highwayman". In my mind, I conjured up a Victorian era graveyard: A full moon, weathered, moss-covered stones, winding paths guarded by gargoyles and broken walls I called forth the spirits of Halloween and placed within that setting a ghost and a grieving figure, searching night after night for their lost love. But who is the ghost and who was left behind?

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Verse
The full moon spread a ghostly shroud
Across the graves as shadows bowed
The saddest night in memory told
It chilled the hearts both meek and bold
Chorus
I chased her through the moon lit path
Through broken gates and demons’ wrath
I cried in pain but could not retrieve
The love I’d lost and would always grieve
Verse
She was there among the stones
A veil of frost a voice of moans
Some who saw her turned in fright
She walked the graveyard every night
Chorus
I chased her through the moon lit path
Through broken gates and demons’ wrath
When she turned, my courage fled
She seemed so lost so full of dread
Verse
I watched her stand upon the mound
A pile of grassy, plotted ground
It felt familiar I’d seen this before
Chasing her ghost like an ancient lore
Bridge
When the full moon spreads a ghostly shroud
Across the graves as shadows bowed
And once again I saw my name
Engraved in stone ever the same
She was no ghost, but grief made her pale
I was the one beyond the veil
Outro
When the moon is full she walks alone
She feels me in the moss and stone
I call to her, but now I see
The ghost I chase is chasing me

© Dawn Isbell Wilson 2025

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