When the moon is high and the leaves all die
Witches on brooms in the sky
A cold wind whispers in your ear,
“Once again it’s that time of year”
Pumpkin Boy
For the Pumpkin Boy
Pumpkin Boy
For the Pumpkin Boy
He’ll rise from the earth again
In search for a new friend
He’s all alone, he’s got no home
He’s in the streets where the spirits roam
Pumpkin Boy
He’s the Pumpkin Boy
Pumpkin Boy
He’s the Pumpkin Boy
Now he lays down to rest his eyes
Back to the dirt from which he’d rise
We’ll meet again don’t worry ‘bout a thing
I’ll water your seeds come next spring
Pumpkin Boy
Goodbye Pumpkin Boy
Pumpkin Boy
Goodbye Pumpkin Boy
Pumpkin Boy
Goodbye Pumpkin Boy
Pumpkin Boy
Goodbye Pumpkin Boy
Pumpkin Boy
Goodbye Pumpkin Boy
Pumpkin Boy
Goodbye Pumpkin Boy