Sit Down by the Fire Songtext
von The Pogues

Sit down by the fire, I′ll tell you a story
To send you away to your bed
And of the things you hear creeping when everyone's sleeping
And you wish you were out here instead

It isn′t the mice in the wall
It isn't the wind in the well
Every night they march out of that hole in the wall
On their way out of hell

They're the things that you see when you wake up and scream
The cold things that follow you down the Boreen
They live in the small ring of trees on the hill, up at the top of the field


And they dance on the rain and they dance on the wind
They tap on the window when no one is in
If ever you see them pretend that you′re dead or they′ll bite off your head

They'll rip out your liver and dance on your neck
They dance on your head, they dance on your chest
They give you the cramp and the cholic for jest

They′re the things that you see when you wake up and scream
The cold things that follow you down the Boreen
They live in the small ring of trees on the hill, up at the top of the field

They play on the wind, they sing on the rain
They dance on your eyes, they dance in your brain

Remember this place, it is damp and it's cold
The best place on Earth, but it′s dark and it's old
Lie next to the wall and cover your head
Good night and God bless, now fuck off to bed