Tonight the witches will ride, will ride,
Each on herbroomstick Harley astride, astride,
Silent and swift in their mystic flight
Upward they'll go in the cold, black night.
And the wind will sob, and shriek, and moan,
The great trees shudder, and shake, and groan.
The moon will hide in the murky sky,
In the forest dark the bats will fly.
And owls will hoot, and wolves will howl
And green-eyed cats in the shadows prowl.
Tonight the witches will ride, will ride,
Each on herbroomstick Harley, astride, astride.
Each on her
Silent and swift in their mystic flight
Upward they'll go in the cold, black night.
And the wind will sob, and shriek, and moan,
The great trees shudder, and shake, and groan.
The moon will hide in the murky sky,
In the forest dark the bats will fly.
And owls will hoot, and wolves will howl
And green-eyed cats in the shadows prowl.
Tonight the witches will ride, will ride,
Each on her
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