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Extracts from the musical

'Grave Happenings'

 

Gravedigger's Song

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm living alone and working alone.  I'm a lonely man.

I'm eating alone and sleeping alone for that's the way I am.

I dig all the graves.  I till all the earth.  I work both night and day

But the pleasure I get the most in life is frightening kids away.  WAAaaaaagh!

 

They say I'm the ghost of the graveyard - the kids that come wandering by

They call me the phantom spectre 'cause I love to make 'em cry.

I hide behind dingy gravestones.  I wait every day of the week.

As soon as a kid comes wandering by

I let out a horrible screech  .....   WAAaaaaagh!

 

I hobble about and shuffle about quite often I rant and rave.

I work in the dark and sleep in the park inside an open grave.

I've been here for years, seen sadness and tears

In the sun and the snow and the rain.

My pleasure in life is frightening kids

Again and again and again

 

They say I'm the ghost of the graveyard - the kids that come wandering by

They call me the phantom spectre 'cause I love to make 'em cry.

I hide behind dingy gravestones.  I wait every day of the week.

As soon as a kid comes wandering by

I let out a horrible screech  .....   WAAaaaaagh!

 

I can't get enough of the horrible stuff like bats and blood and things.

I love the sound of a spade in the ground as the lonely bell tower rings.

The wind in the night makes me feel alright.  The thunder makes me smile

I've heard people say that they think I'm OK but really I'm horribly vile.   WAAaaaaghh

 

They say I'm the ghost of the graveyard - the kids that come wandering by

They call me the phantom spectre 'cause I love to make 'em cry.

I hide behind dingy gravestones.  I wait every day of the week.

As soon as a kid comes wandering by

I let out a horrible screech  .....   WAAaaaaagh!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Monks' Chorus

 

It's witching hour the night wind's blowing

Bats are flying all around

Shadows moving through the gravestones

In the night strange voices sound

Oooooh  Ooooh Ooh Oooooh  Ooooh Ooh

Ghostly voices calling softly

To the lost and lonely souls

Walking through this silent graveyard

As the lonely death bell tolls

Oooooh  Ooooh Ooh Oooooh  Ooooh Ooh

Spirits of the night awaken

Walking through the empty air

Drifting shadows crossing cobwebs

Leave no trace that they've been there

Oooooh  Ooooh Ooh Oooooh  Ooooh Ooh

(Fade)

 

NO SUCH THING

 

Is there someone else about?

Well we heard a funny shout

But there's no such thing as ghosts - and that's a fact

If you think it was a ghoul

You must be some kind of fool

It's just someone else that has got in on the act.

 

There' s no such thing as ghosts or ghouls

They teach you that in all the schools.

It's contrary to all the rules.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts (repeat)

 

Any spirit's on his breath

Smells of whiskey not of death

'Cause there's no such thing as ghosts - and that's a fact

We can't emphasise enough

We don't believe in all that stuff

It's just someone else that has got in on the act

 

There' s no such thing as ghosts or ghouls

They teach you that in all the schools.

It's contrary to all the rules.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts (repeat)

 

I've been working here for years

Dear departed in their biers

'Cause there's no such things as ghosts and that's a fact

When I put them in the ground

They will stay there safe and sound

It's just someone else that has got in on the act

 

There' s no such thing as ghosts or ghouls

They teach you that in all the schools.

It's contrary to all the rules.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts (repeat)

 

It's been proved beyond a doubt

There's no need to work it out

There's no such things as ghosts and that's a fact

We think that you will find

That it's all within your mind

It's just someone else that has got in on the act

 

There' s no such thing as ghosts or ghouls

They teach you that in all the schools.

It's contrary to all the rules.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts (repeat)

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