The cool wind blows an icy chill, raises the hair upon my back.
The midnight hour is drawing near, the shadows raven black.
A child walks like Frankenstein, his skin a ghastly green.
He walks among us every year, but once on Halloween.
A widow carves a wicked grin with blades as sharp as swords.
Making glowing ghastly beasts of simple orange gourds.
Soon the winters snow will fall, with cold and pearl sheen.
But in our hearts and souls and dreams, forever Halloween.
Have a great Halloween this year everyone!