A cauldron stirs somewhere in the dark witches brew witches stew
Three witches laugh as they stand next to the cauldron ,' All Halloween my sisters ,'they sang,'out there they play they jump they wear costumes like us like us,they make fun of us each year each year ,we our people to it hurts when we're pick on.
In the night it grow cold and chill,frost bites the land and skin,the witches laugh,the witches laugh,'Watch out watch out children.run run .'
But then the witches forgot too lock their own door on Halloween ,children heard them and rush from behind now the witches stir in their own soup
be careful what you wish for you might get it in the end . The witches laugh one more time one more time, Have a happy Halloween to one and all
Grab those side-irons, saddle up and join former Civil War sharpshooter Luther Henry for a ride into pure terror, western-style…think ‘Wild Wild West’ meets ‘The X-Files’.
Ron