Have you ever heard of the Tithing Man? If nobody's told you yet, I think I can He lurks out there between the trees From darkest shadows, out he creeps His lantern glintin' on sharpened teeth Is probably the very last thing you'll see Let me tell you something 'bout the Tithing Man He'll make your goosebumps flap and dance You'll hear him wail like a clarinet Your bones will rattle like castanets You'll beg and weep like violins But it'll all just end in violence Run if you happen on the Tithing Man Tithed from that lantern in his crooked hand If he sees you, find a tree Whisper to it, "Leave me be" Whisper high and whisper low 'Cause only magic's gonna save your soul