[Intro] [Prologue] Two little babes, on Hallow's Eve, Their names were Hans and Genevieve Their mother said, "My dears, stay near" The woods are dark this time of year." [Verse] But Hans was bold and Eve was fast, They didn't think the warning last. They found a path of orange light That cut a wound into the night. Each gourd-face smiled a rotten grin, "Come follow us, come wander in." [Pre-Chorus] With every step, the woods grew deep A promise that they couldn't keep "Just one more," they giggled low "Where mother said we must not go." [Chorus] "Beware, beware the lantern's smile," The crickets sang for mile on mile. "The hollowed fruit with eyes so bright Will steal your soul into the night." [Refrain] Oh, the pumpkins glow, a pretty sight, Tee-ree, tee-roo, In the pale moonlight. [Verse] The air grew cold, the moon grew thin, This wasn't any kind of sport. They held their hands, their breath was short, The faces carved and set in rows Watched them from where the nightshade grows Past the creek and past the stone, They walked the wicked path alone. [Pre-Chorus] With every step, the woods grew deep A promise that they couldn't keep "Just one more," they giggled low "Where mother said we must not go." [Chorus] "Beware, beware the lantern's smile," The crickets sang for mile on mile. "The hollowed fruit with eyes so bright Will steal your soul into the night." [Refrain] Oh, the pumpkins glow, a pretty sight, Tee-ree, tee-roo, In the pale moonlight. [Bridge] The path, it stopped at a willow tree Where a Gourd-Man sat, so quietly. He was made of root and cobweb lace, With two black holes where he had a face. He offered them no sweet or cake, "Just one small seed, for pity's sake." They ate it down, the little two, The seeds were black and cold and new They ate it down, and then, you see, They couldn't speak. They couldn't flee. Their heads grew round, their eyes grew bright, They filled right up with orange light. [Final Chorus] So when you see a pretty sight The pumpkins glowing in the night They are not gourds, the old wives say... They're children who have lost their way The hollowed fruit with eyes so bright Will steal your souls into the night [Outro] Oh, the pumpkins glow, a pretty sight, Tee-ree, tee-roo, In the pale moonlight.
