Halloween

1. When the moon is hid and winds are whist
And folded in the clouds,
On the mystic Halloween,
You may see the spooks amid the mist,
And specters trailing shrouds,
And you’ll hear the banshee keen.

2. You will hear a harp upon the air
That’s played by hands unseen
At the witching noon of night
There’ll be hollow groans, and lights will flare
A pale and poison green,
Such an eerie baleful sight!

3. You forsake your couch and then employ
The bright electric torch
Though your soul be sick with dread,
And you find that every ghost’s a boy
Who’s lurking ’round the porch,
With a pumpkin on his head.