It was a clear and a starry night, not a single cloud in sight, and old Judge Proctor was
fast asleep in dreams.
With a screaming, whirling cry, a thing fell from the sky, with a sound that made the cows
and the horses scream.
Well the judge looked out his window and his windmill was on fire, so he lit his lantern
then he went outside.
He saw scattered on the ground, red hot metal all around, and the body of a thing that had
just died.
And a flying saucer crashed into Judge Proctor's windmill in 1897, so they say.
And it was in Aurora, Texas, and in the flaming wreckage, they found a tiny spaceman that
they buried the next day.
Well the neighbors gathered round to view the body on the ground, and the preacher blessed
this unwashed heathen friend.
And the oldest man in town said it was Satan's son they found, and the town drunk never took
a drink again.
And the widow, Hannah Chase, swore she recognized his face, it was the peeping Tom she'd seen
for fifty years.
And as they lowered him in the ground, not a body made a sound, and the undertaker's
hands were wet with fear.
And a flying saucer crashed into Judge Proctor's windmill in 1897, so they say.
And it was in Aurora, Texas, and in the flaming wreckage, they found a tiny spaceman that
they buried the next day.
And the widow, Hannah Post, swore it was the Holy Ghost, and for the remainder of her life
it's praise she'd sing.
Well soon the metal disappeared, most of it for souvenirs, and the rest just got plowed
under in the spring.
Now the years have come and gone, and many generations born, why it was just an old wife's
tale, some people say.
But somewhere in that Texas ground, there's a body lying down that was born perhaps beyond
the Milky Way.
And a flying saucer crashed into Judge Proctor's windmill in 1897, so they say.
And it was in Aurora, Texas, and in the flaming wreckage, they found a tiny spaceman that
they buried the next day.