There's certain goings on
Up on Seven Acre Farm
No one seems to really know
Nor care to talk about

Guess this town round here figures
Out of sight and out of mind
But curiosity's got the best of me
And I'm jumping on that line

Been that way since my younger days
My Mama always states that as a fact
Trying to remember what they say
Bout curiosity and the cat

Round bout midnight I make my move
My only light the moon and stars
I take to the woods cause I know them and they know me good
And they always hide well where you are

When I come up on Seven Acre Farm
I can make out one dim bulb
In an upper bedroom window
Casting shadows on the wall

I could tell that something wasn't right
But not sure of what it was
That's when I decided to climb the trellis
To get a closer look

When I heard what I thought were voices
I tried myself to make no sound
I peaked up over the window sill
As the answers to my questions came about

I never did have time enough
To sound the towns alarm
If you go to look for me I'm now buried deep
Somewhere up on Seven Acre Farm