Witches Gold Songtext

Her house is empty and her heart is old And filled with shades and echoes that deceive With blind bent fingers, nets that cannot hold No one save her for still she tries to weave Once all men's arms rode up to her ?tis told And hovered like white birds for her caress A crown she could have to bind each tress Of hair and her sweet arms the witches gold Her mirrors know her whiteness for there She rose in dreams from other dreams From other dreams, from other dreams Her softness as she stood crowned with soft hair And with his bound heart and his young eyes bent And blind he feels her presence like shed scent Holding his body and life within its snare Her softness as she stood crowned with soft hair Holding his body and life within its snare Her house is empty and her heart is old And filled with shades and echoes that deceive With blind bent fingers, nets that cannot hold No one save her for still she tries to weave Once all men's arms rode up to her ?tis told And hovered like white birds for her caress A crown she could have to bind each tress Of hair and her sweet arms the witches gold