Lament in Ballyboley

[Intro]
Whispering winds through Ballyboley,
Echoes of love lost in the night,
A tale of two hearts, forever free,
In shadows where they long to unite.

[Verse 1]
Beneath the silver glow of the moon,
Two lovers pledged their final run,
Whispered promises in the gloom,
Their souls now haunt the forest’s fun.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every year, on the stroke of twelve,
Their voices call, a secret delve,
Calling out from the darkened dell,
A love that no death can dispel.

[Chorus]
Oh, Ballyboley, hear their cry,
Ghosts of love that never die,
Silent shadows weep and sigh,
Calling lovers in the sky.

[Verse 2]
Footsteps echo on the leaf-strewn ground,
Soft whispers float without a sound,
In the midnight’s ghostly surround,
Their spirits linger, love unbound.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every year, when night is deep,
Their voices wake the restless sleep,
In the woods, their secrets keep,
Promises they still do weep.

[Chorus]
Oh, Ballyboley, hear their cry,
Ghosts of love that never die,
Silent shadows weep and sigh,
Calling lovers in the sky.

[Bridge]
Beware the forest’s mystic glow,
When the clock strikes twelve below,
Lovers’ spirits drift and flow,
In Ballyboley’s ghostly show.

[Outro]
So if you walk those woods alone,
On the anniversary of their moan,
Listen close and you might own,
A love beyond the mortal zone.

Celtic folk ballad with haunting melodies, acoustic guitar, flute, and ghostly harmonies, female