Since I Met Maggie

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Comment by Bill Nash on October 31, 2009 at 11:43am

Here is the lyric of my song "Since I Met Maggie":

Since I Met Maggie


I found an old chest behind a door in the ancient ballroom
Inside lay treasures of times long gone and a century past
Papers and letters, and photographs of a young woman in love
Her name was Maggie and this chest contained all her hopes and dreams

The locals told me these old stone buildings are haunted
Uneasy souls live here, wisps of wind in the mortar
Maggie dances through the night, they hear her footsteps on the ceiling
She moves with the grace of flight, dances with a lover she once knew

I heard the rumors of this old building
Harboring spirits not of the living
But I've never seen a ghost and I don't believe
I always felt that way 'til I met Maggie
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In my room that night on the second floor of that same building
A book left on the nightstand told of ghosts living in this town
I read more of Maggie and of an incident in the ballroom
A gunman took her husband's life on their wedding night

So she never got a chance to dance with her new husband
Now she lives upstairs, doing pirouettes on the dance floor
No one knows why she stays to twirl and dance all night
Maybe she's just waiting for her husband to return

I read the rumors of this old building
Harboring spirits not of the living
But I've never seen a ghost and I don't believe
I always felt that way 'til I met Maggie
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She came to me in a dream that night
A vision of beauty, all dressed in white
She waltzed over so gracefully
She offered her hand, I took it in mine

She said. "I've missed you so much, why did you leave?"
Softly she kissed me, I began to believe
We floated on air, on a cloud of romance
Holding on tightly, we danced

We danced all night, we danced
But as the dream began to fade
I swear I heard her cry out
"Now I'm free, I'm free!"
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Next morning I awoke and returned to the ballroom
I shivered with the memory of her flowing dress
I rifled through photographs, eager to find something I had missed
Looking for a clue to explain this vivid dream

Then one of those pictures chilled me to the bone
The picture was of the two of them, holding hands together
When I looked at their faces a strange feeling overwhelmed me
I couldn't believe my eyes... his face was mine!

Now I know the fact of this old building
It harbors one spirit and she's still dancing
All around my memory, and I now believe
I deny the truth no more, since I met Maggie