Autumn Term

Ash trees, gave the keys
Yet none will set me free
Woody nightshade, drooped her beads
An' bade, come feed on these
Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist, tell me what you find
Ha-ah, ha-ah
Ha-ah, ha-ah
I ascend, three steps to hell
The school bus heaves up the hill
The sloey spears on Witches Mead
Cussed, cussed, come lean on these
Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist, tell me what you find
Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist, tell me what you find
Ha-ah, ha-ah
Ha-ah, ha-ah
Ha