Spectre Of Sorrow

The legend was told

Whispered from mouths of long ago

All spoke of the young bride

And her man of the sea

How he would leave each morning

And she´d wave and wish him well

She knew that each time might be goodbye forever

Then one night he did not return

From the cliffside she would learn

She could not accept

That her man would now never come home

She cried one last tear

And with the crash of a wave she was gone

Seasons did pass (like the wind)

And through the town the voices told

Of how they have seen the ghost at last

Silhouette under bright moonlight

You could hear her cry at night

Crying for her lost love

Only now, only a memory

Spectre of sorrow

From the cliff of eternity

She stands, she stands

Watching the sea

She stands, she stands

There she will be

Spectre of sorrow

From the cliff of eternity

She stands, she stands

Watching the sea

She stands, she stands

There she will be