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?