In these hours when the moon shines bright,

When warnings hiss and secrets lie,

Beware of noises in the night.

The bed sheets rustle like wily sprites.

The floorboards rasp as mice rush by,

In these hours when the moon shines bright.

The ravens cry with all their might,

Then drown the silence as they fly.

Beware of noises in the night.

Woe-some winds whisked the world from white.

Evening gusts bellow as they die,

In these hours when the moon shines bright.

And though the ears are covered tight,

The soul can hear the mourning sky.

Beware of noises in the night.

So before you’re freed by the light,

A grim warning to abide by:

In these hours when the moon shines bright,

Beware of noises in the night.