I be coming out to find your babies now
I be coming out to find them
I be coming out to find your babies now
I be coming out to find them

I hang their skins upon the trees outside my door
Hang the skins upon the trees now
I be coming out to find you babies now I

I be coming out to find your babies now
I be coming out to find them
I be coming out to find your babies now
I be coming out to find them

I reach inside your homes and with my iron claws
I pick the lambs to take to slaughter
And hang their skins upon the trees outside my door I hang

Now fear me Now fear me

Waiting for dark in your rocking chair
Grinding their bones as you sway to and fro
My darling, scratch out your eyes and see naught