Oakland's Midnight Watch

Lyrics

[Intro]
Gates clang shut, moon rises high.
Oakland whispers, under the midnight sky.

[Verse 1]
Wrought-iron gates locked at dusk, 1846 they first stood tall.
Margaret Mitchell lies here, 1900 to 1949, her stone cool in the dark.
Ancient oaks, branches like fingers, reaching over Carrie Steele Logan's plot.
She founded the orphanage in 1888, her spirit still guards the forgotten.
Marble angels weep in the shadows, faces etched by rain since 1850.

[Chorus]
Oh, the midnight watch in Oakland's arms,
Spirits linger where the headstones charm.
Eerie beauty in the moon's soft glow,
History breathes in the winds that blow.
Lingering souls, they dance unseen,
In this garden of eternal green.

[Verse 2]
Victorian mausoleums loom, like Gothic temples from 1870's craft.
Martha Lumpkin Compton rests beneath, daughter of the governor, 1827 to 1917.
Owls hoot from the gnarled limbs, night air thick with jasmine's faint perfume.
Lantern ghosts from watchmen past, beams cutting through the fog of 1905.
Weathered granite crosses tilt, holding secrets of Atlanta's buried might.

[Bridge]
Feel the chill drop, degrees lower than the city hum.
Raccoons scamper over crypts, owls claim the throne.
No visitors now, just the stars and the stone.
But if you listen close, the past starts to moan.

[Chorus]
Oh, the midnight watch in Oakland's arms,
Spirits linger where the headstones charm.
Eerie beauty in the moon's soft glow,
History breathes in the winds that blow.
Lingering souls, they dance unseen,
In this garden of eternal green.

[Outro]
Gates will open at dawn's first light,
But the watch goes on through the endless night.