"Sit Down By The Fire" lyrics

Sit down by the fire and I'll tell you a story
To send you away to your 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
Passing through 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 ring of trees on the hill
Up at the top of the field

And they dance on the rain, 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 and they dance on your chest
They give you the cramp and the cholic for jest

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 ring of trees on the hill
Up at the top of the field

They play on the wind, they sing on the rain
They dance on your eyes, they dance in your brain
Remember this place, it's damp and it's 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