The Blue House
A young maid fair as day fair as day
Wondered far from her home on her own
She got lost in the rambling wood
Fell asleep by a babbling brook
When she woke then she spoke then she spoke
When she woke then she spoke then she spoke
She said, take me down to the blue house
The blue house, the blue house
Take me down to the blue house at the bottom of the hill
Three small birds black as night black as night
Came to rest by her side by her side
They said, fair maid you should not go
Keep away from the house below
One by one off they flew off they flew
Telling not what they knew what they knew
Singing, keep away from the blue house
The blue house, the blue house
Keep away from the blue house at the bottom of the hill
Four small knocks at the door and one more
Cocked her ear to hear his footsteps on the floor
Fair young maid do come inside
Warm your hands by the fireside
She sat down and he rosined up his bow
Played a tune on his fiddle soft and low
He played the tune of the blue house the blue house the blue house
At the bottom of the hill
Then he took her lily white hand said
Come along, let me show you all the magic in my song
It was the last of the fair young made
Dug her grave with a silver spade
Now she lies among the others in that land
And the man still holds that fiddle in his hands
And he plays the tune of the blue house
The blue house, the blue house
Forever the tune of the blue house at the bottom of the hill
Keep away from the blue house
The blue house, the blue house
At the bottom of the hill
Writer/s: Hannah Shira Naiman
