Accompanied by my black cat,
See me fly by the harvest moon,
With my broom and a black hat,
And singing an enchanting tune.
It will not do any harm,
To commune with the dead,
Using ancient crystals and charms,
And the rhymes within my head.
With an initial from an apple's peel,
And with these rites of incantation,
My rune stones will reveal,
What will be my true destination.
For the one I'm dreaming of,
I'll chant an ancient spell,
By the bonfire, with stars above,
And only for me my true love fell.
A brew within my cauldron boil,
I make an ancient magic potion,
Using fire, air, water and soil,
And filled with spirit and emotion.
Using herbs to cure the sick,
The witch's spell is almost done,
As I light the candle wick,
Helping all and harming none.