Come, my broom, its time to view the world with the moon.
Listen! Evening winds approach to escort us up.
Halloween makes midnight seem candle-lit by stars and screams!
Ah, oooh! Ride and glide as in a dream.
As we rise past curving branches which sweep us high,
Ghosts wave, visiting a time past before the grave.
Halloween makes midnight seem candle-lit by stars and screams!
Ah, oooh! Ride and glide as in a dream.
Down below, the porches glow for Trick-or-Treaters.
Broom, swoop us through cemeteries old pretty stones!
Halloween makes midnight seem candle-lit by stars and screams!
Ah, oooh! Ride and glide as in a dream.
How the scent of dry leaves mingles with warm lanterns,
Wafting as a stream into the black sea of night!
Halloween makes midnight seem candle-lit by stars and screams!
Ah, oooh! Ride and glide as in a dream.