Knock three times
Then knock once again
Knock upon the moor land streams
Knock upon the glen
Knock upon the upright stones
Knock upon the gables
Knock upon the blue bell knolls
Knock upon upon the tables
Knock with all your strength and might
Knock till your palms are red
Knock till the morning light
To keep them from our beds
For the thieves they creep
Below mire and creak
Beneath paving curb slab and stone
They come to peruse
Those criminal crews
Right in the heart of your town
To succor sweet from children's cheeks
Tis true I have been told
They gouge your dreams
Just leaving screams
They come in the night and the cold
The dream thieves
The dream thieves
Are stealing into town
The dream thieves
The dream thieves
Are stealing all around
Clawing at your window pane
Creaking across your floor
Over tiny cracks
In chimney stacks
or slithering beneath your door
So before they come a pestering
In the dark of night
And thieving beneath your pillow soft
We'll chase them far from sight
We'll spot their tracks
And hunt their backs
And mark each cunning fellow
So out we go
In hunting throws
Divinating across the land
To find the thieves
Deep beneath the leaves
With only chalk in hand
Chapter one
The Beginning
walk up Rook lane to the right of the Chapel