This big old house is so lovely
Marble floors, three stories high, spiral staircase
The beauty of this place caught my heart, see
I bought this place before any one else could so I bought in haste.

Sometimes within these walls I feel an icy cold draft
At other times it's like I feel the touch of someone on my arm
If I should tell other people they would think I was daft
This place holds a suttle Victorian charm.

I think everyone has heard the legend of those that died here
The mother and child that were totally consumed by fire
She walks the spiral staircase, searching, if you saw her this would surely instill fear
I really did see this I'm not a liar.

The house was rebuilt after the fire that took two lives
So the imprints from that tragic day remain here
I heard this terrible thing happened back in fifty-five
The terrible tragedy that still possess the power to instill fear.

The first time I saw her it really scared me
Her silently creeping down the spiral stair case
Her crying and moaning because she can't find what she is searching for
She is always crying with such a solemn face.

The Dark Side of Lanaia Lee