There once was a girl

Who could talk to the dead

She lived all alone

Where no one dare tread

The townsfolk all feared her

The poor, quiet thing

And when she walked by

The children would sing:

"There goes the witch

From up on the hill

Don't look in her eyes

Or she might steal your will"

"Watch out, watch out,"

The children all cry

"Don't speak her name

Or else you might die."

The truth is, she wasn't

A witch like they said

She was just a young girl

who conversed with the dead

All night she spent there

From sundown, 'til dawn

Amongst the old gravestones

Just tending the lawn

The young girl would talk

Nonstop it would seem

With long lonely spirits

Who's lost smiles beam

They'd felt forgotten

And alone for so long

The living just passed by

Until she came along

The girl was content there

At peace and at home

So, despite the town's protest

The girl did not roam

In fact, one night

If you can believe

She fell for a boy

With his heart on his sleeve

Not literally, no

Though the boy was quite dead

He'd taken a bullet

In war, to his head

But, oh, how she loved him

And he her, in return

When she left in the morning

For her touch, he would yearn

The townsfolk all gathered

With one reason in mind

Both angry and scared

The hate made them blind

They plotted against her

The love stricken maid

"Since she loves it so much

The graveyard's where she'll lay"

Just before sunset

She heard a loud chatter

She sped to her window

To see the great clatter

The people all jeered

They threw rocks and stones

She felt a cold knowing

Deep down in her bones

The Mayor yelled harshly

"This ends tonight, heathen"

In his eyes she saw loathing

In his words she heard seething

With nowhere to hide

With nowhere to turn

They trapped her inside

Her own house to burn

She was suddenly woken

By sounds of soft whispers

And when she opened her eyes

Her love leaned and kissed her

It was the first time she felt

His loving embrace

She suddenly knew

That this was the place

Yes, she was dead

But it wasn't so bad

The last thing she'd want

Is for you to be sad

Now the girl that used

To talk to the dead

Is happy for once

And that's enough said