THE GHOST OF VALLECITO
On the west side of the Valley
Just Beneath the Laguna Mountain rim
Stands the old Vallecito Stage Station
Restored from a past that's growing dim.
There's a sign out on the highway
Asking travelers to stop and see
But I usually just drove on by,
For it was of little interest to me.
But then one evening I was getting tired
And just shortly after dark
I pulled up in there for a breath of fresh air
And to stretch my legs in the park.
But there were people there
In their campers and motor homes and tents.
So, off to the east of the station on my little
stroll I went.
The night was almost bright as day
With a full moon on the rise.
Quiet to the ear and the air so clear
You could count every star in the skies.
I found myself by a little grave yard.
Only three graves that I could see.
Just three mounds of stone on that hill alone.
It was all such a mystery to me.
And it was just then that I heard it,
A faintly familiar sound
Of tug chains clanking and leather harness
And horses hooves upon the ground.
As I strained my eyes in the moonlight
Through the mesquite and brushy sage
I saw a six horse team coming up the hill
Pulling a Concord stage.
The driver and the shotgun guard
Sat stately on the box
And sparks flew from the horses hooves
As iron shoes would strike the rocks.
They roared up to that station
As I stood rooted to the ground.
With the driver screaming, "Whoa, you fools!"
And the guard came leaping down.
As he opened up that old coach door,
There in a shimmering light
I saw a vision of loveliness
Step out into the night.
She was dressed in a wedding gown
All made of satin and lace
And a beautiful bridal veil of white
Partially covered her face.
And as she entered that station
She made not a sound
Not a footfall, not a word she spoke.
She seemed to float above the ground.
Then the guard climbed back aboard the stage
And the driver whipped up the team.
I don't lie, but I swear I heard her cry
"Don't leave me here!" she screamed.
So I raced around the station
To hail the stagecoach back.
But on this night so clear it had disappeared.
Not a sound, not even a track.
The people there thought I'd gone crazy.
They said, "Why there's been nobody here."
But then the ranger spoke and said, "you're wrong.
It's not the first time she's appeared."
Then he told the story
Of how a hundred years ago
A bashful bride took a stage coach ride
To be married in Los Angeles you know.
He told how she took a fever on the desert
And died right here the next night.
And that girl so brave, lies in that center grave
Dressed in her wedding gown of white.
And there's people still, say she walks this hill
Ever since that night she died
Never to know a husband
But forever be a blushing bride.
So if you ever stop at this old station
On a moonlit night so clear
And you walk down by the graveyard
And strange things you see and hear
You'll know it's not to worry
For this apparition will come and go.
But you will never forget the night you met
THE GHOST OF VALLECITO.