Intro |Am |Am |Am |Em Am |Am |Em Am ||Am Em Am Sit down by the fire I'll tell you a story to send you away to bedAm Em Am Of the things you hear creeping when everyone's sleeping and you wish you were out here insteadAm G Am It isn't the mice in the wall it isn't the wind in the wellAm Em Am Every night they march out of that hole in the wall on their way out of HellC F C They're the things that you see when you wake up and screamC F C The cold things that follow you down the BoreenC F C They live in the small wing of trees on the hillC F C Up at the top of the fieldC F C And they dance on the rain and they dance on the windC F C They tap on the window when no one is inC |F C|| And if ever you see themC F C Pretend that you're dead or they'll bite off your headC F C They'll rip out your liver and dance on your neckC F C They dance on your head they dance on your chestC F C And they give you the cramp and the cholic for jest Inst |G C|G C|G C|G C|||Am |Am |G C|G C|G C|G C|Am || 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
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