Autumn Term

Aish trees gave their 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 to what you'll find

Ha-ah, 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, rеd eyed
'Gainst the wildеr-mist to what you'll find
Look behind yourself, red eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll find

Ha-ah, ha-ah
Ha-ah
Ha-ah
Ha