| In the valley, long before my time
|
| Here was a coach house years before
|
| Where the witches lived and they sang their songs
|
| And the women spun their wool
|
| People came from far and near
|
| To hear the songs of the old and new
|
| And they sang of fear and woe
|
| They didn’t live all that long
|
| Spin and twist, all day long
|
| For treasures to earn their keep
|
| Spin and twist day and night
|
| Sing the songs oh sweet one
|
| Still the gallows stand today
|
| And if you’re lucky you can hear them say
|
| With old women that spin and twist
|
| Only at night you can hear them sing
|
| Spin and twist, all day long
|
| For treasures, to earn their keep
|
| Spin and twist, day and night
|
| Sing the song oh sweet one
|
| Don’t listen to them, they draw you near
|
| Such a sweet song, such a ghostly sight
|
| They’ll cast their spell, and suck you in
|
| Then you’ll sing the son, oh sweet one
|
| Spin and twist, all day long
|
| For treasures to earn their keep
|
| Spin and twist day and night
|
| Sing the songs oh sweet one |