I stood in the wood at midnight
I heard her weep and sigh
As the old white owl came hunting
So swift and silent by
When the old white owl came hunting
With cruel and piercing eye
There in the wood at midnight
Some creature sure would die
I stood in the wood at midnight
I heard her softly moan
Of tragedies and terror
Dark deeds beneath the moon
As the old white owl came hunting
With cruel and piercing eye
There in the wood at midnight
Some creature sure would die
