Coralee

Outside the tiny village
On a road cut through the wood
Stands a castle long deserted
Where once love and beauty stood

On an Autumn night of storming
When the winds and rain fell free
The Duke of Norton woke to find
His love drowned in the sea

Her body floating gently
In the shallows by the beach
Dress all in white for purity
She was beyond his reach

He touched her hand with longing
Kissing softly her cold lip
Swearing vengeance on her killers
Vowing that their blood would drip

The letter came next morning
With the chime upon the door
Writ in blood with angry glowing
Cursing him forever more

Now in Autumn you can hear him
In the winds from off the sea
The moaning of the Duke so lost
Without his Coralee

Even Ghosts will not go near it
On those Autumn nights so dark
For the rattling of the carriage
Echoes loudly 'cross the park

And when the Duke appears to you
His cane raised in his hand
His wailings heard upon the wind
Are feared throughout the land

So if you come to Norton
Check your calendar you see
For the Duke's abroad in Autumn
Searching for his Coralee