Do you not know why you are haunted at night?
Why you hear strange shuffling sounds?
See images groping by moon's light?
Do you not know you built upon sacred ground?
Years ago, where now all is paved and manicured
great trees and gardens once grew
The lady who owned it was assured
Her great trees and gardens we could always walk through.
But along came a man who preached a smooth word
He convinced the lady to sell him her land
And for a time he kept her assured
By planting greater gardens and trees so grand.
The years passed and the lady died in peace
The preacher moved in and kept her old house the same
Each year with his toil the harvest increased
But then into his heart a darkness came.
He longed for the love of a younger one
Dedicated his land a garden to her love
Unknown to him the haunting had begun
As the old lady frowned from above.
In anguished madness he buried her returned letters
Quit watering and weeding the lovely garden
Living in the anger of his own fetters
Bearing the bitter harvest of his yearned for sin.
And into this darkness entered a shrewd realtor
The preacher took his first offer without the promise
The outcome of the end of hearts desire
Betraying the sacred trust without even a kiss.
Within a year the preacher moved on to another yearn
The old house was split in two and moved
Every tree and plant was cut, piled and burned
Rows of houses built with driveways smooth.
So as you wake in sweat from fitful sleep
Its ole Mrs Towles you see groping in the night
Blindly feeling for the trees he promised to keep
Calling for that preacher who once saw the light.
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