There's a fog over the forest
And there's a woman in a long black dress
With a white powder face
And a pink mouth
And the grasshoppers sing
And the woman sings
She's got a child on her lap
And a cigarette in her mouth
She's a dirty blonde
And she hums
She's not his mother
The child has no mother
She's not his mother
And there's no sun
And there's no moon
Oh
Don't you cry
Mr. Boogeyman's coming your way
Oh
Don't you cry
Mr. Boogeyman's coming your way
And I won't be back
To see you anymore
You were just a little child
When I saw you on that hill
In your black dress
With your dark hair
And you smiled
You had a child on your lap
And a cigarette in your mouth
And I knew you were the one
Who was supposed to save me
But I see now
It's too late
You can't save me now
And there's no sun
And there's no moon
There's no sun
And there's no moon
Oh
Don't you cry
Mr. Boogeyman's coming today
Oh
Don't you cry
Mr. Boogeyman's headed your way
And I won't be back
To see you anymore
And I won't be back
To see you anymore
And I won't be back
To see you anymore
And I won't be back
To see you anymore