Oh! Did you see?
What could it be?
Hiding behind the old maple tree!
Up in the sky,
Shadows float by,
Making the eeriest, mournful cry!
It's Hallowe'en! It's Hallowe'en!
This is the night ghosts will be seen!
It's Hallowe'en! It's Hallowe'en!
This is the night ghosts will be seen!

Oh, dear! Oh, dear!
Witches I hear,
Coming to do their black deeds, I fear!
See them ride by,
Flying so high,
Perched on their broomsticks, I hear them cry:
"It's Hallowe'en! It's Hallowe'en!
This is the night ghosts will be seen!
It's Hallowe'en! It's Hallowe'en!
This is the night ghosts will be seen!"