Lyrics A Gaggle of Galloping Ghosts - handkerchief code

Through the mist they ride, in their spectral parade
Ethereal apparitions, in a moonlit serenade
A ghostly procession, from a time long past
Their hooves don't touch the ground, they're moving so fast
As the night surrenders to the approaching dawn
The ghostly riders fade, but their legend lives on
A gaggle of galloping ghosts, a spectral dream
In the world of the living, and the world in between
So if you find yourself in the dead of night
And you hear the ghostly galloping, a chilling sight
Remember the spirits that forever roam
A gaggle of galloping ghosts, their stories etched in stone