[Intro] When morning spills across the hill and wakes the sleeping trees, she wanders where the clover grows and listens to the breeze. [Verse 1] She knows the places mushrooms hide, the paths the rabbits take, she gathers herbs at break of day before the birds awake. With rosemary tucked behind her ear and soil upon her knees, she hums a little melody that dances through the leaves. [Pre-Chorus] For every root and every stone, every feather, flower and bone, has a little tale to tell if you listen very well. [Chorus] Oh, the earth witch knows, where the wild thyme grows, where the river bends and the north wind blows. She follows the sun till the daylight is through, then she leaves out her water for the light of the moon. And wherever she wanders, wherever she goes, she tends to the magic that quietly grows. [Verse 2] She dries her flowers upside down and keeps her seeds in jars, then carries all her crystals out to sleep beneath the stars. She lights a little cedar smoke and lets it curl away, then thanks the earth for everything that found her through the day. [Pre-Chorus] For every season comes and goes, every seed already knows— there’s a time to rise and bloom, and a time to make some room. [Chorus] Oh, the earth witch knows, where the wild thyme grows, where the river bends and the north wind blows. She follows the sun till the daylight is through, then she leaves out her water for the light of the moon. And wherever she wanders, wherever she goes, she tends to the magic that quietly grows. [Bridge] Fire warms and water flows, wind will wander where it goes, earth will hold the smallest seed and give it only what it needs. So she never asks the rain to fall or tells the moon to shine— she knows the world has rhythms that were never hers or mine. She only walks among them, with her hands and heart held true, taking only what she needs and giving something too. [Final Chorus] Oh, the earth witch knows, where the wild thyme grows, when the summer stays and the winter snows. She follows the sun, greets the evening dew, then she lifts up her face to the light of the moon. And wherever she wanders, wherever she goes, she tends to the magic that quietly grows. [Outro] So if you hear a melody come drifting through the trees, perhaps an earth witch wandered by… or maybe— just the breeze.
