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