In a quaint old antique store, for a thousand years or more
Laid a musty, laid a dusty violin
Suddenly a ghost appeared, played upon it wild and weird
And the ghost, and the ghost, owned a violin,
He made his violin moan, in a weepy creepy tone
The ghost of the violin, the ghost played the violin
His boney fingers are shivering
Each moan just sets me a quiver,
Don't, don't, don't, don't make a sound
Or he'll know we're around
His eyes have a mournful glare
His cries haunt me everywhere
He's here, he's there, beware, take care
Keep away from the ghost of the violin
Pretty soon the tale went round, that a weird old ghost was found,
With a moaning, and a groaning violin
Every night when twelve would chime, people made it meeting time
And they'd creep, from their sleep, to the violin
They'd whisper soft and low, as the ghost would wield his bow
The ghost of the violin, the ghost played the violin
His boney fingers are shivering
Each moan just sets me a quiver,
Don't, don't, don't, don't make a sound
Or he'll know we're around
His eyes have a mournful glare
His cries haunt me everywhere
He's here, he's there, beware, take care
Keep away from the ghost of the violin
