Pogues - Sit Down By The Fire lyrics

Sit down by the fire<br>And I'll tell you a story<br>To send you away to your bed<br>Of the things you hear creeping<br>When everyone's sleeping<br>And you wish you were out here instead<br><br>It isn't the mice in the wall<br>It isn't the wind in the well<br>But each night they march<br>Out of that hole in the wall<br>Passing through on their way<br>Out of hell<br><br>They're the things that you see<br>When you wake up and scream<br>The cold things that follow you<br>Down the boreen<br>They live in the small ring of trees on the hill<br>Up at the top of the field<br><br>And they dance on the rain<br>And they dance on the wind<br>They tap on the window<br>When no-one is in<br>And if ever you see them<br><br>Pretend that you're dead<br>Or they'll bite off your head<br>They'll rip out your liver<br>And dance on your neck<br>They dance on your head<br>They dance on your chest<br>They give you the cramp<br>And the cholic for jest<br><br>They're the things that you see<br>When you wake up and scream<br>The cold things that follow you<br>Down the boreen<br>They live in the small ring of trees on the hill<br>Up at the top of the field<br><br>They play on the wind<br>They sing on the rain<br>They dance on your eyes<br>They dance in your brain<br><br>Remember this place<br>It is damp and it's cold<br>The best place on earth<br>But it's dark and it's old<br>So lie near the wall<br>And cover your head<br>Good night and God bless,<br>Now fuck off to bed