[Verse 1] Way down the sea where the stars don’t shine, Where the waves kiss stone and the winds unwind, There lies a home on a lonely shore, Where a woman waits behind an oaken door. [Chorus] Circe, oh Circe, queen of the wild, Daughter of Helios, fate’s beguiled child. With a whisper she’ll turn your soul around— Man to beast, without a sound. [Verse 2] She sings to the moon with a voice like wine, Stirs her pot with roots and brine. Foxglove eyes and raven hair, She weaves her spells with mountain air. [Chorus] Circe, oh Circe, bound to the tide, She’ll break your will and strip your pride. But love her true and you might stay— If the gods don’t come to take you away. [Verse 3] Odysseus came with sword in hand, But she saw through the pride of man. She fed his men with honeyed bread, And turned them into swine instead. [Bridge] But she’s no devil, no heartless ghost, Just a woman done wrong by the ones she loved most. She learned to dance where the shadows lie, And cursed the ones who made her cry. [Chorus] Circe, oh Circe, with fire in her veins, Witch of the isle and mistress of chains. Freedom she craves but fate holds tight, She walks alone in the silver night. [Outro Verse] So if you wander far from home, And find her hearth carved out of stone, Mind your words and bend your knee— For the witch still waits beneath that tree.
