In the dark and creepy woods
And the trees like fingers stories told
And the sun can't reach it's dark and gray
And shadows dance in the cold dark woods All day and its where creepy creatures play
Crunchy leaves beneath your feet
Wind that whispers bittersweet
And the creepy woods dark and cold
And so very old and the
Strange sounds echo far and near
Might be nothing might be fear oh the
Creepy dark woods a spooky place
Turn around quicken your pace.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC
In the dark and creepy woods
And the trees like fingers stories told
And the sun can't reach it's dark and gray
And shadows dance in the cold dark woods All day and its where creepy creatures play
Crunchy leaves beneath your feet
Wind that whispers bittersweet
And the creepy woods dark and cold
And so very old and the
Strange sounds echo far and near
Might be nothing might be fear oh the
Creepy dark woods a spooky place
Turn around quicken your pace.
Dark Woods
