Comes the Dawn [1939]
Chorus of Ghosts
Chorus of Ghosts
When the night is dark, and the wild winds moan,
In the pale green light of the moon,
From the graves where we sleep we softly creep
To a weird unearthly tune.
Ghastly little ghosts,
Shivering in our shoes!
We wail lot
Because solve got
Those horrid spectral bluest!
We gaily skip with a mop and a now,
Till we hear the rooster crow,
Then return in the gloom to the musty tomb
In the cold damp earth below.
Ghastly little ghosts,
Shivering in our shoes!
We wail a lot
Because we've got
Those horrid spectral blues!