Midnight
There was the gleam of the snow at Midnight,
There was the gleam of the moon at Midnight,
There was the creek of the floorboards at Midnight,
And the chime of the clock at Midnight,

When the moon is shining,
And the floorboards creek,
And, all is quiet throughout the street,
The bones start dancing and we do not know why,
Then we here a Woman’s Cry,

Its madness, madness! I do not here a sound,
Except the rustling of the grave yard ground,
Then again, is that all in my head too?
What is false and what is true?

There was the gleam of the snow at Midnight,
There was the gleam of the moon at Midnight,
The creek of the floorboards at Midnight,
And a Woman’s Cry at Midnight?