The Primitives
The Witch
While walking through the forest late one night
There among the trees i saw a woman in white
She beckoned to me, but i was scared to go
And all around was a weird and wonderful glow
She’s a witch
I know she’s a witch
I ran all the way home, but I came back the very next night
I was under the spell of that strange and beautiful light
But just the shadow of the trees from the moonlight was on the ground
And the wonderful woman was nowhere to be found
She’s a witch
I know she’s a witch