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 