I know it's a long time ago, but someone posted part of this song and I just had to fill in the rest...

The Curse
By Larry Groce
Album: Please Take Me Back

Way Back in the Hills where the ginseng grows,
Back in a hollow where nobody goes,
There lives and old man that you never will see,
He lives in a hollowed-out sycamore tree.
Deer hunters tell of an awful fright,
Waking up cold in the middle of the night
From far, far away comes the mournful tune
Of the old man's fiddle in the light of the moon.

When the man was a lad so the stories all go,
A better fiddler never lifted a bow.
Every dance, every party for miles around,
well they hopped to the tune of his fiddilin' sound

He met a young lady one night in June.
Sweeter than the sweetest fiddilin tune.
After the night had passed away,
well they swore they'd Marry on the very next day.

Well the music rang out for the bride and the groom.
The fiddle and the bell and the dulcimer too.
Then an old woman stood when the party had done,
She said beware of the settin' of the sun.

The young man laughed and he took his bride.
They went into the hills for their weddin' night.
They soon forgot what the woman had said,
and when the sun went down his bride was dead.

(Softly)
Way Back in the Hills where the ginseng grows,
Back in the hollows where nobody goes,
There lives and old man that you never will see,
He lives in a hollowed-out sycamore tree.
Deer hunters tell of an awful fright,
Waking up cold in the middle of the night
From far, far away comes the mournful tune
Of the old man's fiddle in the light of the moon.


I love this one as a Halloween song.

Erik T.