World's Greatest Concertos

I know what she said
 And the witch heard what she said to
 "Hold the fucking waters
 And freeze the burning waters
 But don't dry your clothes
 The woodcutter is dead
 And his girls cut instead
 His ghost is seen in trees
 And he put his love in tarry knees
 Born between walls
 Don't hold my body in pitch
 My body is BORN ALL DAY LONG
 Bastards born in pitch lost,
 lost, through allocations
 Correcting the king
 The trees their limbs in the wind they swing
 What portents do they bring
 Hobos and songs they sing,
 "We Eat Stones!"
 Encapsulate the body
 And emasculate the body
 And hold the burning waters
 The tubs of burning waters
 Holiday!
 The trees are bones and
 Dipped in wax and burning cones
 And call a celebration
 The master's burnt in his burning station:
 WE ARE THE STOVES!
 The maid,
 the fox,
 the children,
 the locks
 And the same wretched song
 Everybody sings
 The woodcutter is heard to sing;
 bodies born to ding
 So hold my body and ding my body and
 I heard what she said and
 I know what she said
 "I said it,
 I said it,
 I said it,
 I said it,"
 I heard what she said and
 I know what she said
 "I said it,
 I said it,
 I said it,
 I said it,"
 Baby's got a cold,
 And the crying's getting old
 The same wretched song
 Clean up the bamboo
 And save the world too
 The same wretched song
 The Same wretched song
 Oh the same wretched song