the Witch of the Wood

Little girl, little girl, what are you doing all alone out here?

Dressing my doll in a wind of white silk,

Combing and combing her long black hair

Little girl, little girl, what is that song so keen and so fair?

The Witch of the Wood sang each morning at dawn

She sat on the stones of the isle over there.

Little girl, little girl, the stones of the isle are empty and bare.

The Witch of the Wood was stolen away

They sing for her now but she never will hear.

Little girl, little girl, what lightens the water, what gleams in the air?

The Witch of the Wood sat over the streambank

Combing and combing her long yellow hair.

Little girl, little girl, the banks of the river are faded and sere.

The Witch of the Wood was watcher and warden;

Beast, brook and bird are wanting her care.

Little girl, little girl, why walk they together, a wolf and a deer?

The Witch of the Wood set peace on this place;

Blood brother to brother, the dog to the bear.

Little girl, little girl, they turn not aside, and they go as a pair.

The Witch of the Wood is lost from these lands

They look for her long, though they do not know where.

Little girl, little girl, will they weary of searching, or search for her e’re?

The Witch of the Wood was their mistress and mother

They will search for her always and never despair.

Little girl, little girl, when hunter grows hungry, the prey must beware.

The Witch of the Wood was their lady and leader

They will search without ceasing, the hawk and the hare.

Little girl, little girl, where went she then, that she comes back ne’er?

The Witch of the Wood was taken to Twilight

The cold King of Winter led her down to his lair.