Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

From the west comes old Death

A-riding on the storm

With hungry eyes for funeral fires

To burn till the morrow's dawn

For tis the night, here comes the dead

Unbound from the Underworld

And the children dress as the babes of Hell

All the boys and all the girls

Chorus

And the fires shall burn

And the wheel of life shall turn

And the dead come back home on Samhain

And in the night sky

On the lunar light they fly

And the dead come back home on Samhain