Neighbour

Down the lane past the rusted gate,
Lived Paul and Rachel up on cedar hill,
Curtains twitching every single night,
Porch light glowing with a sickly light.
They never waved, they never smiled,
Just stared too long at every child,
And in the field behind their shed,
Those sheep stood silent, filled with dread.
(Pre-Chorus)
You could hear them bleating in the fog,
Like ghosts howling through the bog,
And old Mrs. Green said, “Don’t go near,
Something wicked’s living there…”
(Chorus)
Oh, Paul and Rachel and their creepy sheep,
Watching from the windows while the whole town sleeps,
Hooves in the garden at a quarter past three,
Something ain’t right on cedar hill
Paul just grins while Rachel hums low,
Nobody knows what the neighbours know,
If you hear bells ringing out in the rain,
Don’t look back down that haunted lane.
(Verse 2)
Every Sunday dressed in black,
The sheep all followed in a perfect pack,
Eyes like marbles, cold and white,
Never blinking in the pale moonlight.
Kids all dared each other near the fence,
But nobody stayed there long since,
Tommy Price went sneaking round the back—
Came home shaking, never spoke facts.
(Bridge)
There’s wool on the washing line,
Footprints where there should be none,
And Rachel sings a lullaby
When the setting sun is gone…
(Final Chorus)
Oh, Paul and Rachel and their creepy sheep,
Secrets buried way too deep,
Lantern swinging in the midnight breeze,
Whispers floating through the trees.
If you pass their house, don’t stop too long,
Or you might hear that shepherd’s song,
And the sheep all turn with glowing eyes…
Waiting underneath the starless skies.
(Outro)
Down the lane past the rusted gate…
Nobody goes to cedar hill

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