The witching hours by Joe Lyons
On a night of ghoulish fun,
when the bold venture out
Some people filled with trepidation,
begin to scream and shout
Witches on broomsticks gleefully casting spells
flying over hills and churches bashing the bells
Cats and toads, scary things pollute the air with smell
the peals just keep on ringing, what is it they tell
So many ghoulish pumpkins illuminate with scary light
Until the candles splutter, or do they shake with fright
With young trick and treaters, home in bed with happy hearts
Who else is left marauding hidden by the dark?
Is it out of goodness? Will this last for hours?
Who knows, who can tell? Who has it in their powers?
Whose fortunes will compel tomorrow is a new day
While performing, some cross themselves and pray
Is it for fame or fortune,
will it also bring good health?
Does it matter that you’re troubled?
When it brings you lots of wealth?
I thought hard about travelling, on this troubled road
I gathered herbs and witchy things, then found a scary toad.
Well it was scared and I was not, so I left it on a log
Even with all my newfound knowledge it could have been a frog
No one bothered me after midnight, as I went that way
I‘ll use that road again with swagger
And when I’ve had a drink I’ll sway
Now I’m sure nothing will harm me
on the darkest night or day.