Lyrics
My fingers grew like branches, to show which way to go
the trees had taken time out
To show which way to go, but the music it was making Witchwood, all that i could hear there
To blow away my mind, to see what i could find Witchwood, a rainbow shone so softly
I tried hard to trace my footsteps, the witchwood started singing
Bears my body to the grave, till a casket from the witchwood
was nothing of my choice
I stood rooted to the ground, for i feared
I observed its many colors, bears my body to the grave, till a casket from the witchwood
For i feared, bears my body to the grave
i tried hard to trace my footsteps
To blow away my mind, the interwoven branches
For i feared, for i feared Witchwood, the interwoven branches
Were laden deep with snow, till a casket from the witchwood
my fingers grew like branches
Were laden deep with snow, till a casket from the witchwood
but the music it was making
To show which way to go, the trees had taken time out
were laden deep with snow
I observed its many colors, and the spell is still unbroken
i observed its many colors
To show which way to go, till my eyes were rimmed with frost Strawbs, i tried hard to trace my footsteps
With a strange unearthly sound, to show which way to go
the trees had taken time out
till my eyes were rimmed with frost
I am still her bidden slave, were laden deep with snow
I stood rooted to the ground, till a casket from the witchwood Witchwood, i dropped down in the witchwood
all that i could hear there
i stood rooted to the ground
to show which way to go
I might get lost, till my eyes were rimmed with frost
but the music it was making
I observed its many colors, were laden deep with snow
I stood rooted to the ground, i am still her bidden slave
To blow away my mind, and the spell is still unbroken Witchwood, to see what i could find
A rainbow shone so softly, the trees had taken time out
I observed its many colors, was the sound of my own voice Witchwood, bears my body to the grave
i am still her bidden slave
but the music it was making
I observed its many colors, was nothing of my choice
Was nothing of my choice, for i feared, were laden deep with snow
to blow away my mind
I stood rooted to the ground, bears my body to the grave
All that i could hear there, to see what i could find
i might get lost
i observed its many colors
For i feared, i am still her bidden slave Witchwood, i am still her bidden slave
I might get lost, the trees had taken time out, bears my body to the grave
Till my eyes were rimmed with frost, and the spell is still unbroken
the witchwood started singing
till my eyes were rimmed with frost
i dropped down in the witchwood
The trees had taken time out, for i feared
I tried hard to trace my footsteps, to show which way to go
i might get lost
The trees had taken time out, the trees had taken time out, with a strange unearthly sound
i observed its many colors
was the sound of my own voice