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. 

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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. 

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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. 

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