كلمات The Witch

The witch is looking through my window Her cold breath on the window pane The witch is eating watermelon The pips she’ll try to rearrange And I’m all alone Waiting for someone To come on home To come on home To come on home To come on home To come on home The witch is coming through my window The winter snow upon her hair The curtains move upon the wind She’s coming right on up the stairs And I’m all alone Waiting for someone To come on home To come on home To come on home To come on home To come on home And ah, the witch, the witch is coming right on through my window And ah, the witch, the witch is coming right on through my window Right on through my window Right on through my window