I sit beneath the witches tree,

The elder mother talks to me.

I’ll journey to the other side,

Her fragrance takes me there.

Old lady standing wise and bent,

Mid-summers night, I breath your scent.

The other world, so near, so far,

So will you lift the veil.

I sleep beneath the witches tree,

The roll-right stones watch over me.

The fey they dance by full moonlight,

I watch them as they shine…

“Breath deep and drink her wine”.

Oh queen of herbs, good fortune bring,

Your mystic healing ways, I sing.

Through you I’ll meet the faerie folk,

All dancing in a ring.

Owd girl give up thy sacred wood,

A staff and wand to me you should.

For I will give you some of mine,

When I become a tree.

I sleep beneath the witches tree,

The roll-right stones watch over me.

The fey they dance by full moonlight,

I watch them as they shine…

“Breath deep and drink her wine”.

Owd girl give me of fruit and flower,

The wine, the essence, and the power;

To see ahead more clearly now,

The path within the mist.

Old lady standing wise and bent,

Mid-summers night, I breath your scent.

The other world, so near, so far,

I see beyond the veil.

I sleep beneath the witches tree,

The roll-right stones watch over me.

The fey they dance by full moonlight,

I watch them as they shine…

“Breath deep and drink her wine”.