Spirits On The Hill

They came up from the floor boards

Walk the empty halls

There's rapping on the windows

There's scratching in the walls

Yes this is the house where lights don't shine

It's cold and dark beware

I hear foreboding laughter

From spirits dwelling there

Alone in old bedroom

Under quiet moon lite skies

Then I see something that's moving

From the corner of my eyes

So I pulled back the covers

And I tried to understand

When I tried to light a candle

Something touched my hand

Lorraine waked in the attic

And I knew that she could tell

She said that something's joined us

Something straight from hell

The men with dark faces

Wearing yellow ties

While holding their necks

Their questioning the skies

To little boys and little girls

If you're listening still

Keep away from that house

There's something wrong on the hill

If you hear some noisy footsteps

Don't think it's in your head

It's just the restless spirits

Spirits of the dead

They roam the cobwebbed basements

Their shadows on the prowl

Then up from the silence

Again another growl

And oh not very far away

Amidst the foggy night

Ed walks near old tombstones

And a woman dressed in white

Don't walk into the parlor

For if the clock strikes three

The sight of hooded specters

Leave praying on your knees

You've beckoned and you called for them

And so you sealed your fate

And now you pray forgiveness

But I fear that it's too late

To little boys and little girls

If you're listening still

Keep away from that house

And the spirits on the hill

The spirits on the hill

Sprits on the hill