Ghosts in the Garden | Part III
the path wound lazily down – the garden behind us and here we stood – for here she had stopped the trees and the brush so dense in the night […]
the path wound lazily down – the garden behind us and here we stood – for here she had stopped the trees and the brush so dense in the night […]
it must have been a dream I followed her through that garden gate a lonely path winding through the darkened wood away from the ball I began to follow it […]
Three, two, one. . . Music starting now The electric sky is cold tonight Ghosts stepping out all dressed in white The girls curtsy – the boys bow – One, […]