By Christina Cole, Phantom Angel

When wandering near witchwood, child

Remember what I say,

Remember that the trees are wild,
And go by light of day.

For if you travel there by moonlight,

Should off the path you walk,

Should veiled moon deny you sight

You'll hear the phantom talk.

Her voice is soft, and crystal clear;

She tries to reassure you.

She tries to trap you, draw you near,

And into witchwood lure you.