At midnight by bright firelight
On the night they call Halloween
Circling 'round in gossamer gowns
Witches dance on the village green.
They raise their hands and whisper their chants
To their Mother the Harvest Moon.
Beneath Her gaze, their voices raise
In an otherworldly tune.
They gather here this time every year
Weaving their magical charms.
They whirl and they spin, breathing spells to the wind
To keep those they love safe from harm.
All witches come down from field and town.
Bring your magic and let it be seen
Beneath the moonlight on this wonderful night,
The night that they call Halloween.
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