• Let the stars be our witness,
    the night be our jury,
    the moon be the judge,
    howling wind be her fury.

    Let the owl be the minister,
    the fox give the bride,
    the shroud be my gown
    with the diamonds I’ve cried.

    The groom deceased
    and I long dead.
    With silken cobwebs
    that veil my head.

    Vows of no promises.
    Rings of no gold.
    To a council of corpses
    of young and of old.

    Oh, take my hand
    and lead me to dance.
    Among the headstones
    we turn and we prance.

    The churchyard alight
    for the wedding as planned.
    Apparitions all dancing
    to a skeleton band.