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 to tell Me Missy

Come on now, spit out little girl

"I will send You a dream,"