Down a crooked road where the fog rolls low,
There’s a whisper in the trees everybody knows,
Lanterns flicker, horses snort in the dead of night,
Footsteps echo where there shouldn’t be a soul in sight,
Ichabod’s breath turns white with fear,
Every shadow feels a little too near,
Then a hoofbeat pounds like a warning bell,
Something rides where the headless dwell.
Run, run, don’t look back tonight,
When the moon goes cold and the stars burn bright,
Hear that laugh in the hollow slow?
That’s the legend sayin’, you already know.
Run, run, lock your door real tight—
Sleepy Hollow becomes dreadful at night.
Pumpkin grins where the crossroads meet,
Cloaks in the dark with thunderous feet,
A flash of fire, a head held high,
Flying through the woods like a battle cry,
Bridges shake when the rider’s near,
Faith gets thin when the truth gets weird,
Is it ghost or tale we tell to scare?
Or something real in the autumn air?
Run, run, don’t look back tonight,
When the moon goes cold and the stars burn bright,
Hear that laugh in the hollow slow?
That’s the legend sayin’, you already know.
Run, run, lock your door real tight—
Sleepy Hollow becomes dreadful at night.
Now it’s GPS and a glowing screen,
Headphones in, walking home Halloween,
Streetlights hum, but the fog’s the same,
Old legends still love a modern name,
Someone says they caught it live online,
A shadow glitch at a quarter past nine,
You scroll right past, say, “That can’t be right,”
Till the hooves close in on a Friday night.
Run, run, don’t look back tonight,
When the past breaks through the modern light,
Hear that laugh in the hollow slow?
That’s the legend sayin’, you already know.
Run, run, lock your door real tight—
Sleepy Hollow becomes dreadful at night.
Kaimanguy
