Witches

Now I still remember when she was thirteen, I was ten
She was beautiful as one can be
Now I may not tell a lie, but I swear that with her cry
That she cast her spell on me
Although I’ll always love her so, I still tried to let her go
But she’ll take my hand now, she’s always with me
And we run!

Beautiful as one can be
Don’t tell me nothing, don’t tell me nothing, no
Don’t want to hear no more, don’t want to hear no more, no

In the eyes of the night lies the witches brew for sight
With their magic brooms and Venus schrooms
In the heart of the day, they try to lock it away
With their golden keys on golden trees
Like a dog without a home, they never settle always roam
With their dreadful gloom, in a sonic boom
They run!

Beautiful as one can be
Now I may not tell a lie, but I swear that with her cry
That she cast her spell on me
Although I’ll always love her so, I still tried to let her go
But by the powers of Neverland, she’ll take my hand
And we’ll run!

Beautiful as one can be
Don’t want to hear no more, don’t want to hear no more, no
Don’t want to hear no more, don’t want to hear no more, no

Composition © 1987, 1988, 2003 Ric Albano
Publication © 2011 Cygnus Wave Music

Performers
Ric Albano
Harpsichord, Keyboards, Percussion, Vocals

Listener Guide
Grade

Analysis: Of the nearly 100 songs I wrote in 1987, this has always been one of my favorites. Recording here is a bit raw with some percussive effects added during the original remix in 2003 and some editing which kind of jumbles the vocals at one point.