It must be summer the sky is clear
The garden is so beautiful
All the flowers and all the trees
Make Me feel like theyre inside of Me
Im holding My sisters hand
While were playing in the sand
Its all but a dream

My bed is moving, I cannot see a thing
I am in total darkness, someone is calling
I can feel the chill, its all around Me
I know its not a dream, No no no

Someone is in My room
Standing at the end of My bed
Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead

Now I see her figure, its just a little child
And theres no reflection, shes in the mirror
Could it really be, has she returned?
My little sister

quot;King beware...something bad is coming Your way...
King bewarequot;
Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead
Missy will You tell Me
You know we dont have no secrets
quot;Just bewarequot;

Must be a visit from the dead
Must be a visit from the dead
Youve to to tell Me Missy
Come on now, spit out little girl

quot;I will send You a dream...quot;