The Witch in the Wood

Let's pretend I'm someone different,

Someone who's not very good -

Someone who tells you this story:

"There must be a witch in the wood."

The witch saw us when we went walking,

And thought of love, once in her eyes,

She dreamed of night lanterns and kissing

A young man who fell from the sky.

She shivered and threw out some dream dust

That wound into spring's twilit air,

And I caught the deep and the dark dreams,

And you caught the light and the fair.

Now many the wishes that haunt me

Of places I'd be if I could,

Many the dreams that still taunt me,

And all for a walk in the wood.