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 O that was many moons ago!