You tore me from my hearth and home
And left me hungry, cold, and free to roam
I wrapped my rags around me well
And went to the bog where the witches weave their spells
Said "I've no gold to pay your price
But I'll sell my soul if you think it will suffice"
Oh I beg you wind and rain (Oh I beg you wind and rain)
Please don't let my tears be vain (don't let my [?] to be vain
Drown his stock and steal his breath
(Drown his stock and steal his breath)
Lead his people into death (into death)
Yeah
Sitting in the old oak tree
The moon and the night and you and me
Through the window in your bed
Upon the pillow rests your ugly head
Until the East lights up the sky
I'll fix you with my evil eye!
Oh I beg you Moon and Stars
Snowy Venus, Bloody Mars (snowy Venus, bloody Mars)
Through my eye you'll set it right (set it right)
Through my eye you'll bite
Yeah
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