The Witches Tree (Elder)

I sit beneath the witches tree, The elder mother talks to me. I'll journey to the other side, Her fragrance takes me there. Old lady standing wise and bent, Mid-summers night, I breath your scent. The other world, so near, so far, So will you lift the veil. I sleep beneath the witches tree, The roll-right stones watch over me. The fey they dance by full moonlight, I watch them as they shine... "Breath deep and drink her wine". Oh queen of herbs, good fortune bring, Your mystic healing ways, I sing. Through you I'll meet the faerie folk, All dancing in a ring. Owd girl give up thy sacred wood, A staff and wand to me you should. For I will give you some of mine, When I become a tree. I sleep beneath the witches tree, The roll-right stones watch over me. The fey they dance by full moonlight, I watch them as they shine... "Breath deep and drink her wine". Owd girl give me of fruit and flower, The wine, the essence, and the power; To see ahead more clearly now, The path within the mist. Old lady standing wise and bent, Mid-summers night, I breath your scent. The other world, so near, so far, I see beyond the veil. I sleep beneath the witches tree, The roll-right stones watch over me. The fey they dance by full moonlight, I watch them as they shine... "Breath deep and drink her wine".