Night - Fall

31 October, 1975

Walking through the garden at night,
I had a terrible fright.
I thought I saw a man standing there,
But it turned out to be a stallions mare,
And I was left on my frightened own,
What kind of silly thought had I had?

Walking through the garden at night,
I had a terrible fright,
I heard a man speaking to me,
Only the grave stones could I see,
My heart and blood nearly seized,
Perhaps only the wind through the trees,
What kind of silly thought had I had.

Walking through the garden at night,
I’ve had a funny feeling for flight,
I know something is living very near,
As it has been seen next to the mere,
I’m getting very dizzy, my head’s feeling light,
My eyes are closing and cutting out the light,
I’m falling, falling, falling, falling…

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