There was a man named Ichabod Crane Who vanished, never to be seen again He rode a path few will follow At night in the glen of Sleepy Hallow The legend of The Horseman is told Frightening to both young and old Spreading fear, raising dread The Horseman that has no head If you see a horseman on the road Without a head, don't be slow Make for the bridge where his power ends Beware The Headless Horseman! Ichabod heard the story one night At a party, and his face turned white It was told by a man named Brom Bones Who warned not to ride at night alone Ichabod left after midnight The full Moon was large and bright On the road he felt despair Ghosts seemed to lurk everywhere If you see a horseman on the road Without a head, don't be slow Make for the bridge where his power ends Beware The Headless Horseman! Ichabod rode slowly and scared When suddenly he became aware Of a cloaked figure on his steed Headless and terrifying Ichabod took off in a flash The horseman reared and leapt onto the path Ichabod held on for dear life Looking back, paralyzed with fright Ride, ride, ride, ride Get to the bridge and the other side Ride, ride, ride, ride Get to the bridge to save your life The next day Ichabod was gone They found his hat and horse after dawn When they tell the tale of the ghostly race There's a wicked smile on Brom Bones' face Where oh where did Ichabod go? Did he just run away? We'll never know Some peolpe believe right there and then He was taken by The Headless Horseman If you see a horseman on the road Without a head, don't be slow Make for the bridge where his power ends Beware The Headless Horseman! Beware The Headless Horseman Beware The Headless Horseman Beware The Headless Horseman