The 13th Witching Hour

On the dark and stormy winters night,
They came to take my girl away (away, away, away),
Let’s throw her of the highest cliff! They say,
Or burn her at the stake, the stake, the stake!
We want the witch!
We want the witch!
So into the darkest woods she ran,
To hide from naff and flames,
But little did the town folks know,
They will all soon have to pay, to pay, to pay,
We want the witch!
We want the witch!
The skies turn black and rain fell down!
My girl, she turned them all to toads!
Right before she flew away! (away, away)
She was the witch! The witch! the witch!