In the forest where the shadows play, lived a witch who knew the secrets of the day
With a laugh that echoed through the pines
Casting spells with the rhythm of the vines
Her cloak was made of twilight's thread
Dancing with the moon up overhead
Whispers carried on the midnight breeze
Tales of magic that could bend the trees
Oh, the witch of the forest wild and free
Weaving dreams beneath the ancient tree
Her song it calls to you and me
In the heart of the woods where the spirits flee
She conjures light from a darkened sky
Turns the clouds into a lullaby
With herbs and potions in her bag
Healing hearts where shadows nigh
The river told her of the world's deep sighs
She painted sunsets on the evening skies
With wisdom older than the stars
She walked paths where stars had fallen
In the forest where the shadows play, lived a witch who knew the secrets of the day
With a laugh that echoed through the pines
Casting spells with the rhythm of the vines