El Fantasma Enamorado

When bats fly
Through the skies in the dark
And the moon over the graveyard
Covers those resting in peace
From a tomb usually appears
A ghost searching for love
Of the beautiful and angelic
Young daughter of the gravedigger
They say he used to wander
The cemetery at nightfall
Among tombs and vaults
Marching in search of that woman

Longing for that heart
He had when he was mortal
The ghost in his disappointment
Steals flowers from some funeral
Before the sun peeks out
He will have to return to the grave
And bury himself with the hope
Of finding that beautiful woman
He dreams, yes, from the coffin
That a new family is to be forged
And in some other dimension
Raise a little ghost.