She stares at me benevolently with her baby blue eyes.
How beautiful she looks, that lady in white.
I try to go on my way, but I hear her gentle cries.
I reached out to help her, but she simply vanishes in the night.
Who is this that they call ‘Ghost?' my lovely Lady in White;
and do you know? Could you tell me why does my Lady cry?
Where upon nightfall approaches:
Returned to the old splintered bridge, where portraits my Lady in White,
only to find her crying, waiting for her lost love.
Truly this is an undesirable sight.
Tears fall as she gazes essentially at stars above.
I only wish I could help her, my lovely Lady in White,
to lead her home into the light;
truly it can only be by her might.
I must go on my way and leave my Lady behind.
She's there to stay crying; waiting for her love to return.
Through my heart, I feel her tears fall upon.
From my Lady, there's so much I learn,
love never dies, it just lives on.