The Witch

Lyrics

I have walked a great while over the snow And I am not tall nor strong My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set And the way was hard and long I have wandered over the fruitful earth But I never came here before Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door! The cutting wind is a cruel foe I dare not stand in the blast My hands are stone, and my voice a groan And the worst of death is past I am but a little maiden still My little white feet are sore Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door! Her voice was the voice that women have Who plead for their heart's desire She came -- she came -- and the quivering flame Sank and died in the fire It never was lit again on my hearth Since I hurried across the floor To lift her over the threshold, and let her in at the door