From the album EVERY LADY GETS A SONG

Lyrics

The Ghosts High Noon
Gilbert and Sullivan

When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls
And the bat in moonlight flies
And the inky clouds like funeral shrouds
Sail over the midnight skies
When the footpads quail at the night bird’s wail
And black dogs bay at the moon
Then is the specter’s holiday
Then is the ghost’s high noon
Ha! Ha!
High noon!
High noon!
Then is the ghost’s high noon!


As the sob of the breeze sweeps over the trees
And the mists lie low on the fen
From grey tombstones are gathered the bones
That once were women and men
And away they go with a hey-dee-ho
To the revel that ends too soon
For the cock-crow limits our holiday
The dead of the nights high noon
Ha! Ha!
High noon!
High noon!
The dead of the nights high noon!

And the welcome knell of midnight bell
Rings forth it’s jolliest tune
And ushers in our next high holiday
The dead of the nights high noon!