Who goes by so pretty.
Her head burns like fire,
Her eyes are so witty!
She walks by the meadow;
in the bright morning sky
Up on her broomstick,
In the moonlight she flies!
At midnight she croons..
There is a turmoil within.
She lusts for thy soul;
Her eyes full of sin..
As the night reaches dawn,
They've seen her they say.
She lives by the pine trees
In the woods far away.
The woods have a charm..
With her chantings they resound!
A look into her eyes..
Leaves you SPELLBOUND..! ~~
