by Sabra
© 1999 Sabra, all rights reserved
Climbing higher, higher,
On a well hidden path.
The silvery-haired woman
Hurries along.
Her sense is true
Her Journey clear.
She stops to listen,
Turns her head to hear,
Coming in waves on the wind.
The White Wolf's Song.
Come to me Witchy-Woman,
Follow me and my song.
Come to me Witchy-Woman,
Hurry along.
Climbing higher, higher,
She stops to breathe,
Looks up and sees
The White Wolf,
Waiting under the
Giant Redwood Tree.
Moonbeams dance
Glistening off his fur,
The White Wolf turns
And sings to her.
Come to me Witchy-Woman,
Follow me and my song,
Come to me Witchy-Woman,
Hurry along.
Climbing higher, higher
They travel along.
The WitchyWoman,
She begins her song
Golden sunlight like honey,
Silver moonlight and stars,
Crystal amulets glowing
White hot as on fire.
The way to the path,
Is never very far.
Come to me Witchy-Woman,
Follow me and my song,
Come to me Witchy-Woman,
Hurry along.
Climbing higher, higher
They reach the top.
The White Wolf still singing,
His sweet mournful song.
The Witchy-Woman sways
In her slow trancing dance.
She twirls and whirls
Her arms flowing in the air.
To his tune he's singing,
Hanging on the wind.
Come to me Witchy-Woman,
Follow me and my song,
Come to me Witchy-Woman,
Hurry along.
The moon does rise,
Shines down gentle beams,
The White Wolf sings
Watching her dance.
The Witchy-Woman glows white,
In the circle she has made,
She continues her dance,
In the pool of moonlight.
The White Wolf sings
Watching her dance,
The White Witchy-Woman,
The Healer is here.
Come to me Witchy-Woman,
Follow me and my song,
Come to me Witchy-Woman,
Hurry along.
Sabra