When the moon’s shining high in the sky,
With the bats circling far up on high,
When the branches of trees
Dance in tune with the breeze
Then the witches and ghouls will pass by.
Hear the skeletons rattle their bones.
Ghostly figures in shadows will moan,
Far, far from mankind
You’ll find them entwined
Whilst King Demon sits on his throne.
The witches have come on their brooms;
Ghostly figures rise up from their tombs.
If you listen you’ll hear
Spooky music so clear
As they dance in the encircling gloom.
With mystical movements they sway;
In the soft swirling mist they display
Silvery shadows and shapes,
Such a strange scene this makes
As they waltz through the night until day.
When the morning sun shines in the sky
Party guests will have said their goodbyes.
Woodland secrets are safe
From the whole human race.
Halloween’s gone in the blink of an eye.