Down in the woods where the witch ran free,
In the middle of a glade stands a biting tree.
Evil twists its very form,
Lost souls scream in a haunted swarm,
For the tree likes blood in a thunderstorm.
No! No! The frightening tree,
I don't like it
And it doesn't like me!
Go! Go! From the biting tree,
The dead don't rest easily.
Down in the woods where the witch sleeps tight,
The old tree bites the middle of the night.
Flesh ripped raw in the thunder's roar
A biting tree has a hungry maw.
Go! Go! From the frightening tree,
I don't like it
And it doesn't like me!
No! No! This blighting tree,
The dead won't die easily.
Lyrics from the single Down in the Woods by Hollyfoot, released on 12th October 1968 on Fring Records, from the album Songs of the Chapel Hill Tomb-Folk released 31st October 1968
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