One thousand witches pick 'n' mix
One thousand witches spinning tops
One thousand witches bright as night
One thousand witches gobbling light
The fire is burning inside you
It cannot leave and burns and smiles
In that year when fisher sings
In that year when chariots pass
In that Moon where sailors drown
The night was flower long
And on the grass the kingdom sleeps
Aleph, bet, and gimel
You're on your way with skip and slip
And the storm is before you
And the breath is behind you
And blessed is the lord
And harsh is his word
And under dusk the children soar
Whilst the birds are sadly singing

The children soar as soft as smoke
The bells ring in the mist
And in your hearth the nihil hides
And in your heart the door is locked
The light is leaving us all
Dalet donkey's on the track
And the racks of meat are piled
And the stink is singing
The summer Sun as bright as buttons
The ocular Moon as sweet as sleet
And your future cartoon
Is as soft as the tarot
The solar legions at your back
Stella–call me with your dead hand!
Helen–stand! –don't collapse!
Margery–your brother's hands are dark!
The farm is boarded against the storm
But in the spaces inbetween
Wood and brick and wood
The squeak awaits–the 'bus is masked
I have heard she slept with him
I have heard she knew him night
A canopy of moons collapses
The light is leaving us all

And the birds are sweetly singing
A thousand horsies sing and march
The light is leaving us all
Whilst the birds are sweetly singing