Copyright Thumper Productions:1978

Stories

She tells you stories in the nighttime. Tells you tales to make you hide.

So that come the next morning, you shake your head and wonder why.

Tells you stories of dark wizards, tells you tales of days of old.

Sings you songs of elven rangers, songs of the world growing cold.

Tells you stories of black riders, putting nightmares in your dreams.

Let’s you know that while you’re listening, things ain’t really what they seem.

And she sets your mind a’wondering, sets your soul a’running free.

Lets you know that ‘tho you want it, life with her can never be.

Tells you stories of dead kingdoms, takes you down to Shelobs lair.

Lets you know the crawling horror, makes you cry but she don’t care.

She tells you stories in the nighttime. Tells you tales to make you hide.

So that come the next morning, you shake your head and wonder why.

And when she’s gone and left you crying, gone and left you all alone.

You think you can’t live without her, ‘cause this house just ain’t no home.