On one tree hill I met a man and he wore a torn britches
And he told me that his wife had gone to live in house of witches
He said my wife has gone from me with male witch she is sleeping
And I feel troubled, troubled so for company she's keeping.
The witchman came at gloam of day he rode in on a broomstick
And with him my wife rode away and left me sad and lovesick
I love my wife I love her so and I cannot forget her
But my wife lives away from me and she loves her witchman better.
The old man bowed his hoary head he was past all consoling
And he wept and wept and sobbed aloud his grief beyond controlling
Says I your wife she may return through sobs he answered never
She's living with the witchman now and she's gone from me forever.
And then suddenly I lay awake the alarm clock was ringing
And in garden on cypress tree a gold billed blackbird singing
And the old man he was just a dream, yes I'd been only dreaming
I'd met a strange man in a dream a dream that has no meaning.
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