Track details
Released in: 2011
Album: Mindgame EP [HC034]
Lyrics
When the night wind howls
In the chimney cowls
And the bat in the moonlight flies
And the inky clouds
Like funeral shrouds
Sail over the midnight skies
When the footpads quail
At the night-bird’s wail
And black dogs bay at the moon
Then is the spectre’s holiday
Then is the ghost’s high noon
The ghost’s high noon
As the sob of the breeze
Sweeps over the trees
And the mists lie low on the fen
From grey tomb-stones
Are gathered the bones
That once were women and men
And away they go
With a mop and a mow
To the revel that ends too soon
For cock crow limits our holiday
The dead of the night’s high noon
And then each ghost
With his ladye-toast
To their church yard beds take flight
With a kiss, perhaps
On her lantern chaps
And a grisly grim, “good night"
Till the welcome knell
Of the midnight bell
Rings forth its jolliest tune
And ushers in our next high holiday
The dead of the night’s high noon
With a kiss, perhaps
On her lantern chaps
And a grisly grim, “good night"
When the night wind howls
In the chimney cowls
And the bat in the moonlight flies
And the inky clouds
Like funeral shrouds
Sail over the midnight skies
Good night
End of poem
Source:
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