Lyrics

Way out yonder past the trees,
Where the cold wind howls through the dying leaves,
There’s a shadow deep and wide,
Where no man walks and none abide.
The elders tell of a cursed man,
Who dug too deep in forbidden land.
He stole from graves, he broke the ground,
'Til the earth itself dragged him down.
Run, run, don’t look back,
Old Grimshaw’s crawlin’ up your track.
Hide your light, hold your breath,
Or you'll be dancin’ close to death.
They say his gold still lies beneath,
Buried deep with jagged teeth.
He walks the woods, he haunts the caves,
Still diggin’ for the life he gave.
A traveler swore he heard the sound,
Of bony fingers scratchin’ ground.
A whisper low, a growl so deep,
A name he’ll take into his sleep.
Run, run, don’t look back,
Old Grimshaw’s crawlin’ up your track.
Hide your light, hold your breath,
Or you'll be dancin’ close to death.
Some say fire, some say stone,
Can send him back where dead men roam.
But none who’ve tried have lived to tell,
For Old Grimshaw guards his gold too well.
So heed my warning, young and old,
Stay away from the mountain’s cold.
For in the glen where dark winds moan,
Old Grimshaw walks, forever alone.