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 here weave 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 here weave my dreams To the 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 Weave my dreams Weave my dreams Weave my dreams There lives a witch I see her weave There lives a witch I see her weave my dreams