I looked deep down inside to find so much there that weighs so heavily on my mind
My touch to youth is fleeting me
Leaving me void but earthly, lowly needs
But she's holding my hand
And she's taking us to golden lands
And I'm washing away, washing over me
Reefing a sail in the season of the witch
When insignificance looms over me
A solar spiders web
Mild glee and quite lives
The forgotten dead
What if I can't get away and live a life that's mine
What if I sit and stay and become
The ghost of time
But I'm getting older every day
And beauty dies with age
And I'm washing away, slowly washing away
Reefing a sail in the season of the witch
So evening rolls round' and I'm still around
Bumbling and tumbling to the ground
And I've taken a turn into the thorns
Of a crimson rose
But the sweet song plays in familiar ways
In the memories of better days
I know someday I'm sure to fly away but for now I've gotta' stay
In the season of the witch