A Broom With a View

Come, my broom, its time to view the world with the moon. Listen! Evening winds approach to escort us up. Halloween makes midnight seem candle-lit by stars and screams! Ah, oooh! Ride and glide as in a dream. As we rise past curving branches which sweep us high, Ghosts wave, visiting a time past before the grave. Halloween makes midnight seem candle-lit by stars and screams! Ah, oooh! Ride and glide as in a dream. Down below, the porches glow for Trick-or-Treaters. Broom, swoop us through cemeteries old pretty stones! Halloween makes midnight seem candle-lit by stars and screams! Ah, oooh! Ride and glide as in a dream. How the scent of dry leaves mingles with warm lanterns, Wafting as a stream into the black sea of night! Halloween makes midnight seem candle-lit by stars and screams! Ah, oooh! Ride and glide as in a dream.