(revised by a human, as the original lyrics were incomplete and inconsistent) High in the halls of the kings who are gone Jenny would dance with her ghosts The ones she had lost and the ones she had found And the ones who had loved her the most The ones who'd been gone for so very long She couldn't remember their names They spun her around on the damp cold stone Spun away all her sorrows and pain And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave They danced through the day and into the night Through the snow that swept through the halls From winter to summer and winter again Till the walls did crumble and fall And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave High in the halls of the kings who are gone Jenny would dance with her ghosts And the ones who had loved her the most The ones who'd been gone for so very long She couldn't remember their names They spun her around on the damp cold stone Spun away all her sorrows and pain And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

Jenny of Oldstones, with her hair like raven's wing Danced alone, beneath the haunting moonlight With a beauty that awed, and a grace that amazed Oh, how she longed for her love's delight But alas, her true love was gone, Taken by war, entombed in stone So she danced with her ghosts, To help ease her troubled soul Their silent whispers, drawing her in She felt their presence all around And oh, how sweet it was to be Lost in the past, with no sorrow or sound Sometimes, she would lose control, And ache for her love's embrace But they held her tightly, the ghosts of oldstones Gentle, yet with an iron-bound grace And so, she danced, and they followed An elegant bond, so true, and so pure For in that world, they would find Peace, and love that would endure High in the halls of the kings who are gone Jenny would dance with her ghosts And the ones who had loved her the most The halls may be nought, but the memory rings strong For all those who had loved and lost And the never-ending ballad of Jenny of Oldstones Serves as a testament to the cost Of love, and the loss we all face in life But in the end, Jenny found her way Through the ghosts of oldstones, dancing to eternity With love, and peace, and hope, in her heart to stay.