The Witch

There was an old witch
 Used to live in this house
 Traveling havoc both north and south
 Old witch living
 In a post and beam house
 And now I'm making it mine
 Spirits in the rafters
 Creak of old wood
 And what if the banshee is alive and should
 Come back to haunt me
 With a gunpowder tin
 I got a loaded revolver
 And a rolling pin
 Old road leads to not much of a place
 Where a fresh young wife dare not show her face
 New tracks in the snow
 The buck and the doe
 My only companions at forty below
 There was an old witch
 Used to live in this house
 Traveling havoc both north and south
 Old witch living
 In a post and beam house
 And now I'm making it mine
 Old old house at the neck of the wood
 In the pitch of the night where the tamarack stood
 I hear of the witch used to live in the house
 All the folks knew her for miles about
 But now the house has come to my hands
 The whistling wind and the whispering land
 All mine for the taking
 Come to my care
 I look in the forest there are angels there
 There was an old witch
 Used to live in this house
 Traveling havoc both north and south
 Old witch living
 In a post and beam house
 And now I'm making it mine