Shrouded in mist in the eerie moonlight
Slowly I see she is coming my way
My heart skips a beat
and I'm shaking with fright
For now I can see it's the lady in grey...
In the time of my youth
they would all speak of her
Haunting the glen with the breeze in her hair
Now in long robes of gray
and sometimes dressed in white
The old ones would fear
Ghostly cries in the night
So let's raise a toast the glen of the ghost
So that she will remain in a place far away
Oh, let's raise a tosat to the glen of the ghost
And let is all pray that we're not led astray
So as she draws nearer and
I reach out my hand
For now I'm at place and I do understand
That she's a dark angel come
to take me home
Never to wander this place all alone
Oh, the banshee will cry on the day that I die
Or in the night by the light of the moon
Yes, the banshee will cry when it's my time to die
But I still hope and pray that it won't be too soon
Friends have no fear for we shall meet again
The time is at hand
to now walk through the glen
A shimmering light can be seen up ahead
Family and friends now await beyond death
