• It twas ten mins till one
    And the trees were white as bone
    The stars were twinkling high
    In the forest someone will die

    MaryBeth with her long black hair
    Washes her black dress with care
    Tonight she will go to the dance
    With her neighbor Vance

    MaryBeth sits waiting
    waiting waiting
    MaryBeth sits waiting for Vance
    Twelve mins till three
    "Oh were can he be?!"

    MaryBeth slides open her door
    Picks the hem of her dress off the floor
    She stumbles on the road
    As a stream nearby flowed

    She sat down waiting
    waiting waiting
    Waiting for her Vance to come for her
    The wind blew and leaves flow in a stir

    Out came a man with a terrible shadow
    He took a bow
    From MaryBeth's dress
    And killed her without a mess