The legend was toldWhispered from mouths of long agoAll spoke of the young brideAnd her man of the seaHow he would leave each morningAnd she´d wave and wish him wellShe knew that each time might be goodbye foreverThen one night he did not returnFrom the cliffside she would learnShe could not acceptThat her man would now never come homeShe cried one last tearAnd with the crash of a wave she was goneSeasons did pass (like the wind)And through the town the voices toldOf how they have seen the ghost at lastSilhouette under bright moonlightYou could hear her cry at nightCrying for her lost loveOnly now, only a memorySpectre of sorrowFrom the cliff of eternityShe stands, she standsWatching the seaShe stands, she standsThere she will beSpectre of sorrowFrom the cliff of eternityShe stands, she standsWatching the seaShe stands, she standsThere she will be