There is a tale of ghosts who wander… on just one night of the year…
and if they chance to see you first… the outcome is not clear.
The story has been handed down… for centuries long gone…
all through the night they roam the earth… then, disappear at dawn.
They’re mostly seen… so it is said… on the Eve of Halloween…
each dressed in formal gown – no less… looking regal as a queen.
Sometime after the sun goes down… is when they will appear…
but watch out for these ladies… don’t let them come too near.
Just where you’ll see them is unknown… it could be anywhere…
so keep your wits about you… or you might wake up in their lair
Sometimes they’re seen upon the land… or on the briny foam…
but you could see them anywhere… because they have no home
They glide across the landscape… like a silvery wisp of smoke…
they can be hard to see for fog surrounds them like a cloak
These ghosts will wander where they like… and usually they do…
there’s nothing that can stop them… they just walk on through
It’s been said that they are searching… every cranny, nook and cave…
for loved ones lost through tragedy… and whom they could not save
So every year on Halloween… they rise and leave the grave…
and it’s said that you can see them… but only if you’re brave
