Don’t worry, I’ll be fine In the forest on my own I will walk beneath the pine Feeling like this place is all mine
Pumpkins on your porch And a metric skele-ton of candles In the dark without a torch Is much easier to handle
So it happened the one day it could At the end of October That a will-o-the-wisp o’ the woods Brought his friends and came over
The wind is pretty still The moon is pretty, full The air is pretty chill And I’m pretty full of– whatever this is?
And I see a faerie glow And I go from chill to cold To disbelieving what I know I should be leaving, I’ve been told to
So it happened the one day it could…
I’ve been told not to follow the lights That they bring girls to ruin But this night isn’t like other nights Though there’s trouble a-brewing
And the spiders caught me holding onto their web again this year But there’s nothing in the Dew-drop maze of gossamer I fear Nothing here to bat an eyelid at
So it happened the one day it could…
Though I’ve been told not to follow the lights That is what I am doing To the source of the bumps in the night And the wisps I’m pursuing
So it ends how it rarely ends At the end of October Busy making so many new friends Then the evening is over