F----------Dm------C-----------Dm Late last night my black cat cried, ---F----------Dm-----F-----C----Dm I wondered why, I won-dered why-- --------F------------C--------Am For it was a cold October night, -----------------F------C----F---Dm---C---Dm And the wind blew high, the wind blew high.
A great orange moon rose high above, The tossing trees, the tossing trees-- And through that sky dead leaves swirled by, Borne on the breeze, borne on the breeze.
My black cat clawed and scratched the door, Mewed and cried, mewed and cried-- I scarce believed she wished to leave, The warm fireside, the warm fireside.
But when I opened wide the door, She dashed outside, she dashed outside-- And on a broomstick she leapt astride, As it sailed by, as it sailed by.
So now I know that my black cat, Who loves to chase the mice and rats-- Wants to chase the little black bats, And owls that fly, owls that fly.
If I was a witch on Halloween, I'd like to fly, I’d like to fly-- And ride my broomstick way up high, Across the sky, across the sky.
With my black cat I'd take to flight And chase the bats and owls all night-- And ne’er return until daylight, When the sun rose high, the sun rose high.