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