[intro ] [Instrumental] [Verse ] Flying out of the chimney, Dirty , all in soot and fume, The witch started on her journey Sitting grandly on a broom. Taking wing she flew around Over cities, woods and fields, Relishing the winter shroud Of the snow, and heavy winds. [Instrumental] [Verse ] On the snow-drifts here and there Like a shadow she would slide, And the moon would brush her hair With the silver comb of light. [Bridge] [Instrumental] Now she"d touch the roof, or ground, Now ascend the Milky Way, Though she wouldn"t make a sound, - You could not sleep anyway. [Verse ] Like a silent owl, high in Starry heaven, in dismay, Up above the witch is flying On the Eve of Christmas Day. [Outro] [end]
