We lived in a home in England
Built in seventeen eighty eight-
Only myself and my true love
And a spirit that I gave the name of Kate-
Took awhile to come to terms it's true
With Kate for moments being around-
Late at night she'd just be there
Seconds later no where to be found-
Always seemed to wear a smiling face
And looking as if interested so-
No way we had a feeling of worry at all
She would just turn up and then she'd go-
She wanted us to know I got the feeling
That she too once lived here as well-
And did not seem to mind at all
That now here we did dwell-
Sometimes she'd turn taps on at night
And others close a door-
She would move things from one place to another
Where they just were not before-
At times she would be looking back
As if she was slowly walking away-
But Kate was not going anywhere
This was her home and she was going to stay-
Came the time the lease came to an end
And we moved moved away to another place-
I often hope that they that moved in
Treated Kate with love and grace-
A woman in her attractive thirties
And dressed according to her time-
One could see that she was beautiful
And loved to dress in clothes so fine-
She would appear long enough for one to see
And then she would simply go away-
Always smiling gently as if with approval
Just standing there looking in her way-
One day I'd love to go and call back in
And ask they that lived there at the time-
If they've too have made a friend of Kate
A gentle spirit who dressed just so divine-
