Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 Intro | | | | | | ||

 Sit down by the fire I'll tell you a story to send you away to bed

 Of the things you hear creeping when everyone's sleeping and you wish you were out here instead

 It isn't the mice in the wall it isn't the wind in the well

 Every night they march out of that hole in the wall on their way out of Hell

 They're the things that you see when you wake up and scream

 The cold things that follow you down the Boreen

 They live in the small wing of trees on the hill

Up at the top of the field

 And they dance on the rain and they dance on the wind

 They tap on the window when no one is in

 And if ever you see them

Pretend that you're dead or they'll bite off your head

 They'll rip out your liver and dance on your neck

 They dance on your head they dance on your chest

 And they give you the cramp and the cholic for jest

 Inst | | | | ||

They're the ones that you see when you wake up and scream

The cold things that follow you down the Boreen

They live in the small wing of trees on the hill

Up at the top of the field

They play on the wind they sing in the rain

They dance on your eyes they dance in your brain

Remember this place it's damp and it is cold

The best place on earth but it's dark and it's old

So lie near the wall and cover your head

Good night and God bless now fuck off to bed

 Outro | | | | ||