Under the waning moon, I carve my secret sign With crystals in my palm, I align with ancient lines Sage and bay leaves, burn their scent as sacred breeze In the quiet woods tonight, I hear the whispers of the trees And I move with the Moon, as she waxes and weight Light my candles one by one, where the magic remains Colors of faith and spells we softly breathe A witch is a soul in tune with nature's hidden deeds Spell to promising earth for balance and for grace In the shadows of the night, I find my sacred place I'm a little sick of snow gets around every corner In the heart of the wild, I'm just a peaceful girl.