The wind that passes by you
The cold whispers of them saying ‘boo’
It’s the Ghost Grabbers
They touch your heart like a mysterious creature
When they play hide and seek, they’re always the seeker
In the early hours of the morning
When they hear you yawning
They’ll maybe flip something over
And make you think that you’ll never find the missing clover
Ghosts make you think that you’re unlucky
Because you didn’t find the clover in a hurry
But deep inside
They’re really scared of you and want to hide