We’ll meet in a dream in a white oak forest
Delectable feast in the light before us
Elves in a ring in a wise old chorus
Our newly deceased there to kindly warn us
Don’t partake of food of the dead
These elves are deceived they believe they live
Then you look at me wincing with your mouth full of cake
As if I were the beak nosed witch who slaved to bake it
After the garden Eve was a queen
Thousands of babies she couldn't keep clean
God come to call she drove them outside
Twelve in the tub and the rest ran to hide
Eve’s dirty babes go unseen
Such are the fairy folk the trolls and the elves
Old world monsters new world queens
Strange hymns in the woods
Strange books on the shelves
I am the crone in your yard on Epiphany
Show me your larder lay out the gift for me
Be thee devout gold coins I cast
But woe to the house that forgoes the fast
Tonight as you dream with your hearthfire dwindling
I’ll cut out your meal and swap it for kindling
Hold for safekeeping you might die in battle
Might just be sleeping awaiting my needle
I am the witch who was once Odin’s queen
I am a stitch in your tapestry seam
Two type of cloth two kind of elf
The Young and the dark the North and the South
I am not Lilith I am not Perchta
I have a name no warm tongue can utter
I am the queen to invoke on the solstice
I can’t say my name it’s older than Christmas
But young and the dark the elf all know it
Speak in your dream in the white oak forest