Lights of the Promenade |
Bright are the lights that light the night,
When the moon is out of sight,
Be careful you don't stray,
For surely you will lose your way,
With whispers carried on the wind,
To stir emotions from within,
With rustling leaves from the trees,
Enough to give you wobbly knees,
Ghost stories told of spirits past walking on the promenade.