Witches Tree

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”.