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
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
