cry of a banshee

on a dreary night he met a woman down by the water side

drawn by her weeping song

even the wind was humming along

and all the trees were moving to the sound she was producing

he watched her sing

feeling her song might be meant for him

she weeps

oh

she weeps

it's death that she foresees

the cry of a banshee

cry of a banshee

on a dreary night he met a woman all dressed in misty white

he walked towards her and he asked: my fair lady