Where the dark things live…

Where the dark things live
In the sand dunes past the bridge
When the clouds are growing dark
Past the lighthouse and the park
In the deep bleak wood
Where they get up to no good
Where they stare and they glare
And they whisper through the air
In the sand dunes past the bridge
Where the dark things live

They sneak and they creep
When the forest goes to sleep
And they hide behind the trees
And they rustle through the leaves
They will dance and they spin
As their teeth start to grin
When they gather with their folk
By the fire with its smoke
In the sand dunes past the bridge
Where the dark things live

They are furrier than most
And they smell of cinnamon toast
Their eyes are shining green
But they don’t like to be seen
And they sparkle and they glow
As they twinkle on their toes
When they meet and they greet
Round the fire with its heat
In the sand dunes past the bridge
Where the dark things live

If you dare to tread
Go with caution and with dread
Past the lighthouse and the park
As the woods are growing dark
To where the dark things meet
With their claws upon their feet
If you swirl twirl and smile
They may let you stay a while
Round the fire with its smoke
You can watch them share a joke
In the sand dunes past the bridge
Where the dark things live

But you can never speak a word
Of the tales you have heard
Or the dancing you have seen
And their shining eyes of green
In the sand dunes past the bridge
Where the dark things live