Where in My Childhood Lived a Witch

Right by the olden forest lane
There stood a crooked hut
All mossy stone and rusty chain
And weathered wood on bricks of mud

And in the winters cold as ice
There seemed to shine a light inside
And in the summer rains by night
Something hid there in disguise

There lived a witch
I saw here weave

There by the olden forest lane
In wooden scent of fir and pine
Clad in a light arcane
It stood embraced by rampant wine

And in the winters cold as ice
There seemed to shine a light inside
And in the summer rains by night
Something hid there in disguise

There lived a witch
I saw here weave my dreams

To the play of light
In the trees
When the stars ignite
And the breeze
Of the wind whispers
To me...
To this site I return

Forest ever green
Night reigns supreme
Magic of the scene
Weave my dreams
Weave my dreams
Weave my dreams
Weave my dreams

There lives a witch
I see her weave
There lives a witch
I see her weave my dreams