The Shadow

We were gathered in the front room Around the old RCA For another episode of mystery and suspense Orson Welles as the shadow Comin' over the airwaves In search of the Black Opal All he found was bloodstains I saw a reflection (alright) In a broken mirror And that's when I knew The Shadow was here Way back in the radio days The Shadow was here The Black Opal had been stolen From a princess in Zanzibar Lives have been lost In this ruthless escapade They called upon Lamont Cranston Otherwise known as the Shadow They tracked down this killer thief And return the precious stones I saw a reflection (yeah) In a broken mirror That's when I knew The Shadow was here From way back in the day Of the radio years Fighting crime and injustice The Shadow was here What evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows, the Shadow knows When he returned from Bombay With a stop in Tibet Where he studied with the masters Learned the secrets of the dead He made himself invisible And captured this killer thief Recovered the Black Opal And some of them for real I saw a reflection (alright) In a broken mirror That's when I knew The Shadow was here From back in the days Of the radio years Fighting crime and injustice The Shadow was here