Well I was born on a full moon rising on a samhain night;

And the midwife told my mama the magick’s in this one’s eyes;

Well I was raised by the fae, or atleast that’s what I’m told;

And my family’s danced in circles from the times of days of old;

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The Goddess got my back and she fills me with the itchin;

Casting spells all night, making brews up in the kitchen;

The tools are on the altar and the flames are all aglow;

The children of the night are the only ones who know that I’m a;

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Card carrying candle burning bitch;

Broom stick riding, cauldron stirring witch;

Card carrying candle burning bitch;

Broom stick riding, cauldron stirring witch;

Well I journey to the sabbats to commune with Gods of old;

Sharing in the Magick that passes from soul to soul;

Calling on the quarters with the fires burning bright;

Dancing in the circles that are cast by the full moon light;

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The moon is shining bright and the wind is really blowing;

The witches up all night until the cock begins a crowing;

The changes of the seasons we can feel them deep within;

Don’t tell the preiests our secrets they will truly call it sin;

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Throwing the bones to divine what the future tells;

Calling on the spirits to assist in our withing Spells;

Gather herbs in the field to commune with Mother Earth;

Celebrating life and the magick of our rebirth;

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A rentum and tormentum and a hearty blessed be;

Making love by moonlight is a family recipe;

Dawn your sacred robes or go clad only by the sky;

Calling down the god to  close out our sabbat rite;

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Well I’m a Card Carrying; Candle Burning; Incense Making; Circle Drawing    Witch;