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