Banshee

I heard it... in my sleep last night I heard it... in your sleep last night Now I can hear it again, outside the night is sad I know it's not the wind, outside the night is black Under our window is the Banshee Wailing its haunted tune Under out window is the Banshee Waitling its haunted tune too soon I know that, I must tell you a lie I know that, it could be you and not I Before the sun is rising, the Banshee cannot stay Before the night is dying, a life will slip away Under our window is the Banshee Wailing its haunted tune Under out window is the Banshee