Brings the apples, glowing red,
Chestnuts in their satin jackets,
Cookies crisp, and gingerbread.
And we feast, with song and laughter,
And we make the echoes ring,
Till each ancient cobwebbed rafter
Shakes to hear our revelling.
Till the rising moon is jealous,
Envying our merry play;
Through the window peeps to tell us,