Ghost Story

I'll tell you a story of a girl who loved to sing She could talk to the dead who are watching everything She grew up in these mountains running barefoot through the trees Finding peace in the sunshine and a song in every breeze But that's not how her story ends There's much more to be said About the girl from West Virginia coal and how she'd wind up dead They came in softly in the yellow light They killed her husband took her baby's life And now she's out here hungry for blood She hides in shadows A mother' love The Banshee's been here a hundred years Crying in the night She's always watching always waiting for the perfect time to strike You shouldn't have come here There's nowhere to run here She'll take your life send you to hell You'll get what you came for There's no one to blame for the fate you brought upon yourself The Banshee's been here a hundred years Crying in the night She's always watching always waiting for the perfect time to strike