Anastasia's Ghost she walks in the fog through the mist of the forest she walks all alone
Once she had a lover so loyal so true, their hearts were united all was well with the world
Until one day the sad news arrived she heard from a villager her lover had died
She screamed out his name her heart ripped in two
You see her lover was different and she was she
From a prominent family her lover did come
The Village adored them , from far and near people heralded their name being The Count and Countess Bouvier was their fame
Anastasia , a poor girl from the backwood glens
her parents had nothing , their lineage was weak
their beliefs were quite different
strange to the ordinary they were seen
Anastasia and Andre had no care of such things for them falling in love was easy
who was to blame the Count and Countess forbade Andre to see his sweet Anastasia , ' she is beneath you , a dirty pagan girl 'he was told and into his chamber's he was locked
his cries fell on deaf ears his feelings meant naught
He called out her name he hoped she could hear
the day's past so slowly and so did his fears
until one day
There on the his chamber bed clad in deep crimson brocade
he took a knife and drew it across his throat
as his blood spilled forth on the crimson covers
he called out her name only in vain
When Anastasia heard she ran to the woods to the spot where he had held her where they had said their last goodbye
She looked into the Heaven's and called out his name 'Oh, my beloved Andre tis I who have sealed your fate I beg your forgiveness , was naught but true love no spell had I cast upon thee to draw you near you knew this my sweetest rose upon the vine the others despised me and for me you have died '
She pulled forth her dagger from its sheath cried to the Heaven's , "Cursed be , cursed be , whoever has take my sweet love from me '
Without hesitation she drew her dagger across both her wrists as blood flowed from her veins she looked to the skies and spoke his name
Tho the lover's have been gone for many a year the people still talk of it and some of them swear
when the Moon is full and shines down upon the glen's
Anastasia walks alone in a dress gossamer white stained with blood and teardrops
she still calls his name only in vain