There Is a GraveYard That Dwells in Man

There was a Man dwelt by a GraveYard
There was a GraveYard that dwelt in a Man
There was a GraveYard that dwelt by a Man
There is a GraveYard that dwells in Man

Setting with the setting dogs
Setting with the setting Moons
Sitting with the setting dogs
Sitting with the setting Moons

Fire

We will buy you a black gown, herbs, scarves and ribbons
A ribbons, ribbons, ribbons

Over you We have no power, so possessed your daughter
We came down the chimney, riding on a stick, and went first to your foot

Put your hеad into a pot
Put your head into a fire