The Candle In the Window

There's a candle burning nightly In the window, on the right The house has long been empty But, the candle's there each night The house in old and ancient I'm sure it has tales it needs to tell Like, why the candle's burning And why the house won't sell The candle shows up daily As soon as dusk begins to fall The drapes are drawn so closely In each room along the hall But, in that lonely window Burns a candle all can see It's been burning there each evening Since nineteen forty three They say the house is haunted After all, the candle is a clue Someone lights it nightly The question asked is who? The house has been abandoned No one lives there any more They say the last survivor Left in nineteen forty four The story is as follows If I get my rumours straight The house was built around The year eighteen eighty eight The family that did own it When the candle came to light Were wealthy, and reclusive And they all kept out of sight The story goes, their oldest son Signed up and went to war He was a pilot in the air force He shot down 15 planes or more He was shot down on a mission But his plane was never found They never found the wreckage Where it crashed into the ground The candle started burning The day the message came It's always burning in the window It's always lit, it's all the same The candle shows when it is dusk It goes out just past three No one knows who lights it There's no one there to see Is the candle lit by spirits Waiting for a missing son Is it lit to help pass over To make his journey done No one knows the exact story If the plane crashed and he died But, even in the daylight People don't pass by on this side The house is an enigma Is a ghost there waiting for A son to come home to them Marching through the old front door All I know is that the candle Has been lit for 60 years And there's a ghost up there just waiting Crying quiet , ghostly tears