It must be summer the sky is clear
  The garden is so beautiful
  All the flowers and all the trees
  Make Me feel like they're inside of Me
  I'm holding My sister's hand
  While we're playing in the sand
  It's 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, it's all around Me
  I know it's 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, it's just a little child
  And there's no reflection, she's in the mirror
  Could it really be, has she returned?
  My little sister
  
  "King beware...something bad is coming Your way . . .
  King beware"
  Must be a visit from the dead
  Must be a visit from the dead
  Missy will You tell Me
  You know we don't have no secrets
  "Just beware"
  
  Must be a visit from the dead
  Must be a visit from the dead
  You've to to tell Me Missy
  Come on now, spit out little girl
  
  "I will send You a dream . . . "