MYTH; Dames Blanches

A wandering path through the woods
I travel long and long
Past broken houses full of terror
And wandering spirits

By the broken tree I see
A lady pale white
She beckons to me follow her
And dance the minuet

Her hair is long and pale
Her dress flows far and wide
And when I dance with her
I lose track of time

If I do not wish to dance
The sentence simple be
She sends me off to be devoured
By goblins dogs and demons

SO by midnight moon light I dance
I pirouette and pliet
We waltz we foxtrot
Round and round that broken tree

She's sweet and nice
SHe care and loves
But fall for her I dare not
For she's just a spirit

We spin around and gavotte
We do the musette
The Bouree we dare not skip
For she loves to dance

She's not an evil spirit
But just a lonely one
ANd so I dance with her
Losing myself

At last we stop and slowly she fades
As the sun rises low
Lost no more Am I
I see the road at daybreaks light

Thanks to my dame blanche.