Witches Dream

House in the country by a witch’s stream

Where the clouds meet the mountains in an endless dream

Come little rider let your dress fall back

Into the hours of abandon where the sky turns black

Up in the morning with the sound of wolves

Got me running on the bottom of your empty pools

With my mind on your waist under your lilac gown

While light comes streaming from your open mouth

Hand in the beauty, got a foot in the grave

Got a feeling for the future that can only be brave

Wedding bells ringing and a fearless fall

From the depths of the devil to an angel’s call