She kisses goodbye to her good luck charms
And faces the world with open arms
Brows furrowed, and hair long
Tresses move the leaves as she walks

Bewitched by the trees and the flowers that grow
The branches call to her down below
Her alluring eyes go way back in time
And an old soul reaches from within

A sound of pity fills the air
And the girl stumbles down to the woods' earthy lair
Her dress dragged behind, and her feet were bare
She knew what to come was of fear

Now only dust is left behind

And she's falling
Ooh

The witch was kind, but the witch was young
In the end her wisdom was what did her undone
To trust the plants, and rivers, and trees
Ends only in ashes, scattered along the breeze