The Ghost Lover

Johnny, he promised to marry her
She fears he’s with some fair one and gone
There’s something that ails him and she don’t know what it is
And she’s weary of lying alone
Johnny he came at the appointed hour
Tapped at the window so slow
This fair maid arose and she hurried on her clothes
And she bid her true love welcome home
She took him by the hand and she lay him down
Felt he was as cold as the clay
She said, «My dearest dear, if I only had my wish
This long night would never turn to day»
«Oh, where is your soft bed of down, my love?
Where is your white Holland sheet?
And where is the fair maid who watches over you
As you lie in your long, dreamless sleep?»
«The sea is my soft bed of down, my love
The sand is my white Holland sheet
And the long, hungry worms they do feed off of me
As I lie every night in the deep»
«Oh, when shall I see you my love?» she cried
«When shall I see you again?»
«When little fishes fly and the seas they do run dry
And the hard rocks do melt with the sun
When little fishes fly and the seas they do run dry
And the hard rocks do melt with the sun»