It’s the time of ghosts and ghouls
It’s the spirits’ favorite Sabbat
The veil is thin, the mud is thick
So wipe your feet off on the doormat
We feast in the name of the dead
While their ghosts dine at our table
We light some candles for the fallen
We hold back tears if we’re able
It’s a joyous and spooky reunion
We feel our loved ones’ presence
The living and dead dance together
In a waltz that’s chilling yet pleasant
Then, when the night’s all over
The spirits stroll back to their graves
Until the very next year when they
Can feast and dance again
