It must be summer, the sky is clear
The garden is so beautiful
All the flowers and all the trees
Make me feel like they’re inside of me
I’m holding my sister’s hand
While we’re playing in the sand
It’s all but a dream…
My bed is moving, I cannot see a thing
I am in total darkness, someone is calling
I can feel the chill, It’s all around me
I know it’s not a dream, No no no !
Someone is in my room
Standing at the end of my bed
Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead (From the dead)
Now I see her figure, It’s just a little child
And there’s no reflection, she’s in the mirror !
Could it really be ? Has she returned ?
My little sister…
'’King beware… Something bad is coming your way…
King, beware…'’
Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead (From the dead)
Missy will you tell me ?
You know we don’t have no secrets !
'’Just beware…'’
Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead (From the dead)
You’ve got to tell me Missy !
Come on now, spit out little girl !
'’I will send you a dream… (I will send you a dream…)
I will send you a dream… (I will send you a dream…)
I will send you a dream… (I will send you a dream…)'’
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