3. The Ghost of Uncle Ben

VERSE 1: 
I saw, a ghost last night; It gave me, quite a fright
I knew, it was Uncle Ben; From the way he turned to me with a grin
See Uncle Ben, died last year; In a state, that s still unclear
They found him, in his yard: With a dagger, through his heart

CHORUS:
Spirit of darkness, Ghost of the night
Tread your way trough the graveyard
Trapped in the mid-world, is your lonely plight
Haunt the house of your murder

VERSE 2:
The night, Uncle Ben was killed; It's rumored, that he wrote his will
Trouble, was in the air; The moon was full, and the trees were bare
The wind, started blowin' high; And a black cloud, crossed the sky
When the clock, struck half past one: poor old Ben's time, had come & gone

CHORUS:
: Spirit of darkness, Ghost of the night
Tread your way trough the graveyard
Trapped in the mid-world, is your lonely plight
Haunt the house of your murder : (Repeat Chorus)

VERSE 3:
Some say, it was Aunt Marie; Who killed him, out of jealousy
No arrests, were ever made: Maybe that's why, Ben left his grave
Last Night, I heard a moan; It chilled me, right to my bones
The hounds, started to howl; The ghost of Ben, is on the prowl

CHORUS:
: Spirit of darkness, Ghost of the night
Tread your way trough the graveyard
Trapped in the mid-world, is your lonely plight
Haunt the house of your murder : (Repeat Chorus)

I was working as a substitute janitor in the Marin county school district in the mid-seventies. While cleaning an elementary school one night, I stopped in the kindergarten room and sat down at the upright piano. It was Halloween time, and the walls were decorated with ghosts & goblins the children had made. Some musicians say there are magical times when they feel like a medium. They play a few chords, and the song seems to write itself (like it was already there). The feeling is you didn't write the song, but it goes through you, coming out of nowhere. That night was one of those times for me. The Ghost of Uncle Ben was written in one playing: verse & chorus. What you are listening to now is what I played when I sat down at the kindergarten piano on Halloween eve in 1975. It's haunted me ever since, as I hope it will haunt your Halloweens forever more.