| Bb | A | C | F | G |
| Gm | Dm | |
| Sit down on that stool hear the c | ant of a fool |
| Gm | Dm | |
| And a | strange tale I'll tell unto to | ye |
| F | D# | |
| Of a | time that I lived at the | buff of a hill |
| D | Gm | |
| 'Neath the | burial chambers y | ou see |
| (all verses use this pattern) |
| One Saturday night I got up on my bike |
| To go to a dance in the town |
| I set off at seven to be there at eleven |
| No thought of the rain coming down |
| As I pushed up the hill the rain started to spill |
| So for shelter I had to resort |
| Helter skelter I went as downhill I sped |
| To the trees at the old fairy fort |
| I pulled up my bike be a tree in the gripe |
| To find shelter out of the storm |
| The rain it came down and like stones beat the ground |
| But it was grand to be dry in that storm |
| Intro progression 2x |
| I was dreaming away about better days |
| When a voice it says dirty ould night |
| I fell over me bike I got such a fright |
| When the ghostly voice bid me the night |
| I jumped up with a start gave the storm not a thought |
| As the hail beat a rhythm on me |
| And I stared at the tree that had spoken to me |
| Not a body was there I could see |
| Instramental progression: |
| G | D | G | D | G | |
| 2x |
| Intro riff 2x |
| The voice I had heard not another word said |
| As the hair on the head stood on me |
| And I said an "Our Father" as I peddled much faster |
| Away from that ghost haunted tree |
| (missing verse... anyone know it?) |
| intro riff 2x |
| Instramental riff 2x |
| For weeks and weeks after with nerves a disaster |
| Nowhere near that road would I go |
| And from dusk through the night I would shake with the fright |
| Of the tree that had haunted me so |
| Now whenever I go to a dance in the town |
| I make sure not to stop on the way |
| To be there for eleven I still leave at seven |
| But I go by a different way |
| Instramental riff 2x |