A Visit From The Dead

A Visit From The Dead

It must be summer the sky is clear
The garden is so beautiful

All the flowers and all the trees
Make me feel
Like they're inside of Me
I'm holding my sister's hand
While we're playing in the sand
It's all but a dream

My bed is moving, I cannot see a thing
I am in total darkness, someone is calling
I can feel the chill, it's all around me
I know it's not a dream, no no no

Someone is in my room
Standing at the end of My bed
Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead

Now I see her figure
It's just a little child
And there's no reflection
She's in the mirror
Could it really be
Has she returned?
My little sister

"King beware...
Something bad is coming Your way...
King beware"
Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead
Missy will You tell Me
You know we don't have no secrets
"Just beware"

Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead
You've to tell Me Missy
Come on now, spit out little girl

"I will send You a dream