The Burning Tree

Are you coming to the burning tree?

Where they strung up a witch

Who they say murdered three.

Dark things did happen here

No darker would it be

If you came at midnight

To the burning tree.

Are you, are you

Coming to the burning tree?

To take these lanes to find the sea.

Dark things did happen here

No darker would it be

If you could wait at midnight

Where birds don't sing.

Are you, are you

Coming to the burning tree?

Where the dead witch called out

For her love to flee.

Dark things did happen here

No darker would it be

If you at midnight

Let the cat weep to thee.

Will you, will you

Ever come to the tree?

Where I told you to run,

To not trust your skill.

Dark things did happen here

No darker would it be

If you at midnight

Let the witch smile to thee.

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