Witch’s Song

Soon the moon Will run and hide. The sun will bide Its tide upon the earth And warm, or charm or harm The child upon the rock.

Oh child, Hold tight, Ignore the light, Embrace the brightness of the night.

Forget the dawn that hovers on the hill And brings ill news of age and death and sorrow, Grasp this earth tonight, Forget tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes Unbidden, Unwelcome, Unforgiven.

Soon the moon Will run and hide, The sun will bide Its tide upon the earth.

Circle by circle, Day by day, Unless you stay, You’ll lose your way.

The world is wide, The way is long: No place, No time, to hide.

Hark my song, Hark the magic of my tune, Embrace the moon, Stay, my child, stay.