The Ghost of the Girl in the Well - Willard Grant Conspiracy

I’m the ghost of the girl

In the well

Killed by a man

Who owned my family

It’s been many years

Since I fell

So many years

But still no one has found me

I was fourteen years old

When I died

The earth had turned

And the fields were alive

So alive

Mister called out to me

And I ran

I didn’t want to be

Under him

Anymore

I’m the ghost of the girl

In the well

I was trying to hide

When my fingers slipped

In the darkness I cried

Oh how I cried

All these tears

Taken by this water

I’m the ghost of the girl

In the well

Killed by a man

Who owned my family