Witches Gold

Her house is empty and her heart is old
 And filled with shades and echoes that deceive
 With blind bent fingers, nets that cannot hold
 No one save her for still she tries to weave
 Once all men's arms rode up to her 'tis told
 And hovered like white birds for her caress
 A crown she could have to bind each tress
 Of hair and her sweet arms the witches gold
 Her mirrors know her whiteness for there
 She rose in dreams from other dreams
 From other dreams, from other dreams
 Her softness as she stood crowned with soft hair
 And with his bound heart and his young eyes bent
 And blind he feels her presence like shed scent
 Holding his body and life within its snare
 Her softness as she stood crowned with soft hair
 Holding his body and life within its snare
 Her house is empty and her heart is old
 And filled with shades and echoes that deceive
 With blind bent fingers, nets that cannot hold
 No one save her for still she tries to weave
 Once all men's arms rode up to her 'tis told
 And hovered like white birds for her caress
 A crown she could have to bind each tress
 Of hair and her sweet arms the witches gold