Kamaskera Graveyard Waltz (Halloween Version)

We wheeled the old calliope
Past the gate at half past one
Lora tuned it to the yew trees
I sent word to everyone
Slate stones leaning in their rows
Moss on every winged face
Ladies, gentlemen, and others
Kindly rise and take your place

One, two, three, the graveyard waltz
Mind the roots and mind the stones
Bow to the left and bow to the right
And rattle your Sunday bones
Round the yew and round the gate
Nobody here is running late
One, two, three, and round again

Deacon Hale won't dance a step
Says the Lord frowns on a reel
But his left foot's tapping all the same
Beneath his hymnbook, heel to heel
Widow Marsh lies between her husbands
Can't decide which one to choose
So she waltzes with the pair of them
Till the pair of them lose their shoes

One, two, three, the graveyard waltz
Mind the roots and mind the stones
Bow to the left and bow to the right
And rattle your Sunday bones
Round the yew and round the gate
Nobody here is running late
One, two, three, and round again

Captain Pike, you're off the beat!
Mister Greaves, you've dropped your hat!
Deacon Hale, we saw that shuffle!
Who let in the sexton's cat?

Then the rooster down at our farm
Cleared his throat across the rye
And the whole assembly scattered
Like the leaves when wind goes by
Everyone went back to bed
All except for one or two
Deacon Hale lies under "Marsh" now
And the widow says he'll do

One, two, three, the graveyard waltz
Mind the roots and mind the stones
Bow to the left and bow to the right
And rattle your Sunday bones
Wheel it home before the sun
The calliope and everyone
One, two, three, and round again

Deacon. Your foot's still tapping