Witches dance above the river, Brooms fly high in round dance fever, Summer comes in and goes out It can’t cross the border line. And the sky is full of clouds, White and blue’s in fashion now, Mother Nature plays around With the April rains tonight. That’s a time of longer songs and That’s a time of longer days. World is interesting though I’m not sure that’s what I say That’s a time of newer dances, Newer fates and newer life. Not the time of old offences, Bias, judgments, lies and crimes Witches dance above the river, No one knows what’s really near. You can’t spoil their fairest cheer So you shouldn’t even try. Dragonflies are whirling higher, Frost is up to say goodbye. Maybe peace is hard to find, Check the ripple on your mind. That’s a time of longer springs and That’s a time of longer years. It is really hard to live on Our poor and spoiled Earth. Witches stop to fix the time and They are going home to sleep. Summer comes in sacred silence. That’s your turn. Just start to feel.
