41 - All Them Witches

Hearing of the way

The best of men

Live the word at length

And cherish it

All in time

All of me

All divine

Reverie

When the going looks like returning

The road is mighty dark

Common man

On common ground

Picks it up

And sets it down

Standing like shifting tides

Soon to swell, soon to ride

When the going looks like returning

The road is mighty dark

The great form

Has no shape nor evilness upon its face

The great form

Has no shape nor evilness upon its face

The lowest of them all

Will laugh and laugh

But none will hear the call

Of the ancient breath

All in time

All of me

All divine

Reverie

When the going’s like the returning

The road is mighty dark

The great form

Has no shape nor evilness upon its face

The great form

Has no shape nor evilness upon its face

The great form

Has no shape nor evilness upon its face

The great form

Has no shape nor evilness upon its face