The Night of Hallow E’en

When the birds are sleepy,
And the moonlight’s creepy,
And the night is cold and still,
When the pale stars glimmer,
And the waters shimmer,
And the shadows hide the hill;
When the owl is calling,
And the leaves are falling,
In the crisp October air,
When the tall trees shiv’rin’,
Sets your knees a-quiv’rin’,
And you wish you weren’t there.
Oh, it’s just the night
For the wind to sigh,
For the bats to fly,
And the cats to cry,
And the tall pale ghosts
Keep their watch from high,
Where they faintly can be seen;
Oh, it’s just the night
When the witches ride,
And the demons hide,
And the goblins glide,
And the bugaboos
Are close beside,
The night of Hallow E’en.

When the lonely cricket,
In a nearby thicket,
Sings a mournful sort of tune,
When the night birds flutter,
And the low winds mutter,
That a storm is coming soon;
When your heart beats quickly,
And your skin feels prickly,
If alone you have to roam,
And you think you’ll hurry
‘Cause the folks might worry,
And you’d rather be at home.
Oh, it’s just the night
For the wind to sigh,
For the bats to fly,
And the cats to cry,
And the tall pale ghosts
Keep their watch from high,
Where they faintly can be seen;
Oh, it’s just the night
When the witches ride,
And the demons hide,
And the goblins glide,
And the bugaboos
Are close beside,
The night of Hallow E’en.