Standard (EADGBE)
ceeeeer-tainly the children have seen them
in qui-et places where the moss grows gre-en
coloured shells jangle together
the wind is cold the year is old the trees whisper together
and bend in the wind they lean
next week a monkey is coming to stay
If I was a witches hat
sitting on her head like a paraffin stove
I'd fly away and be a bat
across the air I would rove
stepping like a tightrope walker
putting one foot after another
wearing black cherries for rings
just strum a d minor and "la la la" for the rest of the song