Should one wander in nightly moon
The forest sees phantoms roaming
And fear of death shall take us soon
Fear is our most primal instinct
To run and to cower
When the clock strikes the witching hourThat shadow casts long under Morton Hill
The old bricks do beckon us to secrets so sweet
Of deeds most diabolical and evil
Blood has poured down those steps
And dried crimson on the path
The ghosts of victims past wail a ghastly cry
They cry for help on hellish mound
They ask of you don't let them dieThe spirit is restless, but the body lies still
The bodies litter the halls at Morton HillLady grey looks so radiant tonight
Her bridal gown flows like air
An angel glows a brilliamt white
A single daisy sits in her hair
Her heart beats her nervous glee
Her lover and a bride to beLoved ones soon the rows will fill
For jolly matrimony at Morton HillBut that night an anguished shout
A man done wrong fills with hatred
Ripped, torn and inside out
Lady Grey lays stained with red
She loved another and paid the price
Paid by fist and paid by knifePouring down that rocky hill
Yet Morton has more blood to spillThere is a house on Morton Hill, where many a soul has fallen ill
To evil soaked into the very walls
Dead men these hallowed halls
The waking world they forgo
For memory of pain and woeRemember this should you decide
To enter a house where devils resideDown your spine runs an icy chill
For no one ever leaves Morton Hill