Wolves

a-

sleep

a-

midst

the

trees,

Bats

all

a-

sway-

ing

in

the

breeze,

But

one

soul

lies

an-

xious

wide

a-

wake,

Fea-

ring

all

man-

ner

of

ghouls,

hags

and

wraiths.

For

your

dol-

ly,

pol-

ly

sleep

has

flown,

Don't

you

dare

let

her

trem-

ble

a-

lone.

For

the

wit-

cher,

heart-

less,

cold,

Paid

in

coin

of

gold,

He

comes

,

he'll

go,

Leave

naught

be-

hind

But

heart-

ache

and

woe.

Deep,

deep

woe.

Birds

are

si-

lent

for

the

night,

Cows

turned

in

as

day-

light

dies,

But

one

soul

lies

an-

xious

wide

a-

wake.

Fea-

ring

all

man-

ner

of

ghouls,

hags

and

wraiths.

My

dear

dol-

ly,

pol-

ly

shut

your

eyes,

Lie

still,

lie

si-

lent,

ut-

ter

no

cries.

As

the

wit-

cher

Brave

and

bold,

Paid

in

coin

of

gold.

He'll

chop

and

slice

you,

Cut

and

dice

you,

Eat

you

up

whole.

Eat

you

whole.