Come visit me in my home...
We’ll read cards and sip tea by candlelight.
We’ll spiral and slip, like shadows we’ll roam.
Come visit me in my home
We’ll tug at roots, deeply ground,
pulling them up, simple silenced sounds
and as the water and dirt, bubble and foam,
You’ll dig deeper, all alone
Come visit me in my home
The herbs are greening, the flowers bloom
my chest is heaving, seething and soon
grows out the demons who were at bay
You sew me up with seeds, they say
that when the rain came, and soon drained
You decided to stay, in the witches way
Come visit us in our home