The wind and rain battered the moors
a house stood empty and old
no one lived there for many a year
it stood there bleak and cold

A sign that swayed to and fro
creaked in the wind by the gate,
It had read this house for sale
dated eighteen hundred and eight .

Nobody dared to visit this house
as a haunting took place inside
a lady in white was said to walk
clad in wedding attire as a bride.

In years gone by, a handsome lord
wed a comely lady renowned,
this was to be their dwelling place
A home with six acres of ground

Tragedy struck on their wedding night
there beautiful home all aglow ,
a tallow candle fell and caught fire
in the drawing room below.

`Twas the lady that sadly perished
on that cold and windy night
when her man tried to save her
but alas he had lost the fight

Years gone by the house rebuilt
her ghost in search of her groom
very sad with tear filled eyes
she haunts all of the rooms

Still she`s calling out his name
through prevailing wind and hail,
as she harkens all she hears is
the creaky sign of `house for sale`.