’Tis Hallowe’en, when witches flyOn broomstick steeds across the sky,When sheeted ghosts in silence stalk,And goblins in the garden walk.
’Tis Hallowe’en, when witches flyOn broomstick steeds across the sky,When sheeted ghosts in silence stalk,And goblins in the garden walk.
’Tis Hallowe’en, when witches flyOn broomstick steeds across the sky,When sheeted ghosts in silence stalk,And goblins in the garden walk.
’Tis Hallowe’en, when witches fly
On broomstick steeds across the sky,
When sheeted ghosts in silence stalk,
And goblins in the garden walk.
candles in walnut shells