The Lady in White on Halloween Night



Written by

Harry Simmons & Bill Sandone
Copyright @ 2003





On Halloween night we saw the lady in white
The whole town of Easton was up in a fright
And no one could sleep the rest of the night
We were all afraid of that lady in white

So when I was young I got dressed up as a bum
I couldn’t wait to fill my bag with candy and gum
Hoping the lady in white wouldn’t come
If she did, I would surely run

When I was small, I built a house on the ground
And I was the one who had to lug all the wood around
I wanted to be sure that the house was sound
So that the lady in white couldn’t knock it down

In order to build a fence
We had to dig a really big trench
My brother Ronnie, me, and my friend George French
We were the ones who built the fence

My cousin Karly he would say, “It looks nifty”
Look at you now your way more than fifty
But I can see you still are shifty
And it won’t be long; you’ll soon be sixty

When it snowed we had no school
And we all thought we were really cool
We’d go outside and step on a stool
So we could sit upon my little mule

We sat on our stools and watched the cars go bye
Hoping that someone would wave, “Good-bye”
We always wondered why that lady died
That was the day we let out a sigh

I didn’t have many friends growing up
I spent most of my time drinking seven up
My mother bought me a little pup
And hoped that he would shut me up

I remember putting on a TV and my eyes would glow
When I saw the Howdy Doody Show
I would sit there with a runny nose
While my mother changed her panty hose

At the cemetery the night was clear
We were all waiting for that lady in white to appear
But all we saw were little deer
And we knew the lady had to be near

The cops would say there’s no such thing
Get the Hell out of here. You ding-a-ling,
Whom do you think you are? The King!
But we knew the lady would do her thing

All I knew is that there was quicksand in back of the church
So I would sit with the crows upon their perch
We were all sitting on one big birch
And one of my friends said, “Hey you look just like Lurch”

If you don’t think, this little story is true
Ask the old man sitting next to you
Just be sure he doesn’t have the flu
For if he does it will surely make you blue

I worked on cars most of my life
But now I found a pretty wife
I won’t have an ugly wife for the rest of my life
And that’s the one thing that’s really nice


I’ve grown up now just think of that
I now have a little girl that we call Nat
And every day we pray that she never gets fat
But for now she plays with our awful looking Siamese cat

I bought a kite from the store by the way
But I never flew it. It just blew away
Tomorrow will be another day
And that’s the day I get my pay

We used to sit upon our stoop
There was me and my friend, Paul Trup
He’d shoot up the mountainside and we’d run up the chute
We got so scared that we all got the croup

He took us down the road to look for a ghost
And I didn’t have time to finish my toast
I always tried to make the most
Out of that ghost that finished my toast

One Halloween night we rode around in Wilkes fathers’ car
And all our candy we hid in a jar
The car was old so we didn’t get far
Or maybe it was because we were stuck in the tar

The next day we looked and our candy was gone
That’s because we dropped it all over the lawn
And some was eaten by a little fawn
I think this happened just before dawn

A ghost must have come in and put on the light
Because we never saw anything that gave us a fright
We were just happy it wasn’t that lady in white
For if it was we’d be up all-night

We locked our doors but that didn’t matter
He’d peek through the window and didn’t need a ladder
All of our teeth began to chatter
And all of my friends began to scatter

That night we slept all in one bed
Hoping the next day, we wouldn’t be dead
We didn’t want our faces all droopy and red
And none of us wanted to lose our head

Next year we’ll sleep with guns in our room
Because what we saw was a witch on a broom
And since we didn’t want to meet our doom
We will all sleep till way past noon

There are no such things as ghosts or that lady in white
So I say to you, “Goodnight and sleep tight”

As we passed the cemetery in my pickup truck, we would always stop and turn on the light
We would be looking for that lady in white

So if you see us say, “GOOD LUCK!”
Because if we see her, we’ll be screaming, “Oh FUdge!”