Barrett's Hall copyright Wanda C. Metcalf 3/2013 Am Barrett's Hall is a fearsome space, G the cobwebs hold the beams in place Am E Am Folks disappear without a trace in the depths of Barrett's Hall Am The walls lean in the walls lean out G Dead electric outlets sprout Am E Am Fungi grow out of the grout in the depths of Barrett's Hall Am The halls pinch in and then they swerve, G as the once true plumb lines start to curve Am Don't think too hard or you'll lose your nerve in the depths of E Am Barrett's Hall Am Barrett's Hall is a fearsome space, G the cobwebs hold the beams in place Am E Am Folks disappear without a trace in the depths of Barrett's Hall Am The bulk head doors will open wide G inviting you to step inside Am E Am Stepping back is often tried in the depths of Barrett's Hall Am We heard one visitor remark, G to light his way he'd like a spark Am E Am Sometimes it's safer in the dark in the depths of Barrett's Hall Am Barrett's Hall is a fearsome space, G the cobwebs hold the beams in place Am E Am Folks disappear without a trace in the depths of Barrett's Hall Am For fun we started giving tours G From the turrets right down to the sewers Am E Am We didn't think of saboteurs in the depths of Barrett's Hall Am One afternoon a fair young maid G Who tidied basements as her trade Am E Am Entered cellars unafraid in the depths of Barrett's Hall Am She waited, quiet in the gloom G then with a sudden zip, zap, zoom Am E Am She attacked the cobwebs with a broom in the depths of Barrett's Hall Am A pregnant pause and a low-pitched rumble G Walls and timbers all went tumble Am E Am All that we could do was stumble from the ruins of Barrett's Hall Am Barrett's Hall was a fearsome space, G the cobwebs held the beams in place Am E Am Folks disappeared without a trace in the depths of Barrett's Hall