The Witch
There was an old witch
Used to live in this house
Traveling havoc both north and south
Old witch living
In a post and beam house
And now I'm making it mine
Spirits in the rafters
Creak of old wood
And what if the banshee is alive and should
Come back to haunt me
With a gunpowder tin
I got a loaded revolver
And a rolling pin
Old road leads to not much of a place
Where a fresh young wife dare not show her face
New tracks in the snow
The buck and the doe
My only companions at forty below
There was an old witch
Used to live in this house
Traveling havoc both north and south
Old witch living
In a post and beam house
And now I'm making it mine
Old old house at the neck of the wood
In the pitch of the night where the tamarack stood
I hear of the witch used to live in the house
All the folks knew her for miles about
But now the house has come to my hands
The whistling wind and the whispering land
All mine for the taking
Come to my care
I look in the forest there are angels there
There was an old witch
Used to live in this house
Traveling havoc both north and south
Old witch living
In a post and beam house
And now I'm making it mine
Used to live in this house
Traveling havoc both north and south
Old witch living
In a post and beam house
And now I'm making it mine
Spirits in the rafters
Creak of old wood
And what if the banshee is alive and should
Come back to haunt me
With a gunpowder tin
I got a loaded revolver
And a rolling pin
Old road leads to not much of a place
Where a fresh young wife dare not show her face
New tracks in the snow
The buck and the doe
My only companions at forty below
There was an old witch
Used to live in this house
Traveling havoc both north and south
Old witch living
In a post and beam house
And now I'm making it mine
Old old house at the neck of the wood
In the pitch of the night where the tamarack stood
I hear of the witch used to live in the house
All the folks knew her for miles about
But now the house has come to my hands
The whistling wind and the whispering land
All mine for the taking
Come to my care
I look in the forest there are angels there
There was an old witch
Used to live in this house
Traveling havoc both north and south
Old witch living
In a post and beam house
And now I'm making it mine
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Writer(s): Rebecca Pidgeon
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