Absynthe

Absynthe and Marigold

Make a good spell I'm told

Takes one away from the everyday place

Wormwood and Licorice

Cater to every wish

Rest for a moment and hide from the chase

Run from the meadowland

Rise up from the depths

Of the shallow white river that weighs my dress down

Out of the chimney I'm on my best broomstick

As smoke fills the sky close your eyes

Sleep little town

For the Absynthe flows like wine where I'm going

They say there's a demon

There probably is

But I've met the best of them

Keep the fire burning if you want to

I'll tell you when I get home if I do

Now close your eyes

And fly away to where they are dancing

When the sun sets behind the hill

I'll journey on until

I reach a circle of stones standing tall

Lit by a full moon

As bright as the high noon

And now a transparent veil covers us all

Start up the chanting

We sing a little louder

And try to forget what just won't go away

As the shadows grow larger

I'll let all my hair down

And lift up my eyes to the heavens

How shall I pray

For the Absynthe flows like wine where I'm going

They say there's a demon

There probably is

But I've met the best of them

Married them, slept with them and

Damned if I'm frightened away by the rest of them

When I close my eyes

I'll fly away

Poor Jane Brooks

Keep your apples to yourself

They're not too familiar with fruit of your taste

When you untie the winds

Let them fight against churches

And palaces, pyramids

Acting in hast

The ceremony of my seduction

Is not my illusion

I'll show you a thousand graves

Covered in aspen

You paranoid people

I'll make you believe

I'll make you believe

I'll make you believe

What you want to

Rosemary, Maidenhair

Wolfbane and maidens fair

Whisper the secrets we hid in the night

Call Horse and Hattock

Grimalkin and Paddock

I'll leave you the Columbine

Now to the flight

Summon the Spirit

For the town below is stirring

And say the words this world has no right to know

In the Kingdom of Darkness

I'll bow to another lord

Hear now the word

But you'll never find where I go

For the Absynthe flows like wine where I'm going

They say there's a demon

There probably is

But I'll be the end of them

Go on and send for them

So burn me and break me

You know I'll pretend for them

When I close my eyes

I shall goe intill ane catt

With sorrow and sych and a blak shott

And I shall goe in the Devellis nam

Ay will I com hom againe