Old Hag
“ That’s the old hag with charcoal hair,
Her skin’s a bluish grey
She sits above the fire escape
Every single day
She sings in some old language,
I couldn’t say the name
It sounds like maybe arabic
But she came from Suriname
I hear one time they robbed her,
Took everything she owned.
She just sat outside and sang
The next day, all alone.
The robbers pawned everything they took,
Some old crystal lookin’ things,
The next day they found them hanging there,
From the belltower down the street.”
jacleric:
I love the ambiguous nature of the last two lines... was it the robbers or the spoils that were hanging? 😈 Wonderful