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!