Let Us Go To the Haunted Hollow

Let Us Go To The Haunted Hollow His feet slide across the leaves Rustle. His eyes are teary They glint white under the night sun His body is tired, mind weary As he trudges. Left foot right foot Down an honour guard of eaves Puddled wet paint stains his sole Litter wrecks his shiny shoes This path is a familiar foe Not if he had had to choose His hands come up to bat the leaves away A grated gate looms It's pushed aside He walks too quickly to be followed So come, let us go to the haunted hollow That is where his being will be And there you KNOW, you just know That he's there with the kids Tom and Doreen with the strangest glow They play with ladybugs and aphids Feeding them the fallen leaves That cover up the undergrowth He looks up and she's there A rustling in the leaves Running from tree to tree He chases after her But the ghost, she's gone I wish you wish we wish But there's nothing to be seen Like the wavefront of a breeze Piercing into his dream He curls up on the roots and cries He cries himself into a sleep So come, let's go into his dream The sun warms the silky beach The buckets and spades are in the car His wife stays with him, in his reach The kids know not to stray too far A perfect place, a perfect day Far away from the haunted hollow Too far for the ghosts to follow So they float among the leaves