Waltz of Hall O’ Eve

Step by step, my goblin crew, the pumpkins start to glow,

The owls all hoot their lullabies, the black cats purr below.

From crypts and trees the whispers rise, the wind begins to grieve,

And all who dare, come take the air — it’s time for Hall O’ Eve!

Spin, spin, spirits in the air!

Round and round with frightful flair!

Candles flicker, ghosts believe,

In the magic born this Hall O’ Eve!

Waltz, waltz, shadows start to weave,

Round the moon on Hall O’ Eve!

Here come bats in velvet wings, with laughter soft and sly,

Skeletons clack their bony feet, and witches sweep the sky.

The cauldrons bubble emerald dreams, enchantments they conceive,

So raise your hats and tip your claws — for this is Hall O’ Eve!

Spin, spin, spirits in the air!

Round and round with frightful flair!

Pumpkins grin, and webs believe,

In the magic born this Hall O’ Eve!

Waltz, waltz, shadows start to weave,

Round the moon on Hall O’ Eve!

The ghosts twirl slow, the banshees hum,

The broomsticks rise — the dance begun!

The stars above all start to fade,

As midnight calls the masquerade!

A hush creeps in, the candles thin, the fog begins to crawl,

Each dancer bows, the music slows, enchantment grips them all.

The witch looks up and softly grins, her cloak begins to leave,

“Till next we meet beneath the moon — beware... of Hall O’ Eve.”

Spin, spin, shadows start to weave,

Round and round on Hall O’ Eve...

Ghosts all sigh, the candles grieve,

And vanish... with the Hall O’ Eve."