The sun wouldn't shine
And the corn wouldn't grow
Little baby's sick
In the house next door
So much disaster
And who's to blame
So they called her out
And they made her pay, made her pay
Fingers pointed
Accusations flew
You killed my cow
You killed my chickens, too
Oh poor little girl
What could you do?
Nothin'!
One two three four
Will she hold her breath
A few seconds more?
Five six seven eight
Will she sink to the bottom
Or burn at the stake?
Then they marched them through
That dusty little town
While the children hung
On the backs of their gowns
There must have been a hundred
Or maybe two
But I swear I never saw nothin'
Of a witches brew, of a witch's brew
Hey mister, when I look in your eyes
All I see is fear of a woman who's wise
If she's a witch
You must be the devil in disguise
One two three four
Will she hold her breath
A few seconds more?
Five six seven eight
Will she sink to the bottom
Or burn at the stake?
Will she sink to the bottom
Or burn at the stake
Bye, Bye Mother
Bye, Bye Sweet Mary Sue
You were taken
From our little home
Now at the bottom of the river's
Where we'll find your bones
Oh, God, what have we done
A town of motherless children
Meanwhile. . .
Their torches still burn
One two three four
Will she hold her breath
A few seconds more?
Five six seven eight
Will she sink to the bottom
Or burn at the stake?
One two three four
Will she hold her breath
A few seconds more?
Five six seven eight
Will she sink to the bottom
Or burn at the stake?
Will she sink to the bottom
Or burn at the stake?