Deborah Stokol, Igor Kogan [bass] - Herbs and Flowers, Things of Power (So Below) Lyrics

Well, there's Rosemary for Remembrance
Rue for Regret
I'll make a potion
Swim in Rivers and the Ocean
To drown all my sorrows in the depths
Fennel and Daisies will wilt
But first, they'll be a hilt
To the sword of my powers
In these Wildflowers
I'll tell you a story I've built
Circe, she knew of the Earth
Freya and Bastet, of Birth
The Witch Woman's daughter
Could heal all those potters
So they wouldn't lie in a field
Make me an ointment for dragon burns
The mortar and pestle will aid
The Sister, the Traveler
The Figure in Fire
The Moon Woman steps in
Then fades
Pansies for your Thoughts
Chamomile for when you're
Tied in knots,
Tied in twos and threes
Seal the spell
So Mote It Be
Wise Ophelia spoke the names of
Those Flowering Weeds
They thought she had taken Leave
Of her senses, but the only one
With sense was she
We know little of the Lady
Who lived by the Lake
She welcomed; she wandered
She hallowed; she haunted
The Reeds knew to signal
Her Home
So Nettle, Henbane, Sage
Cleanse the air
Read off the ancient page
Ward off misery
Smoky visions will bring clarity
So the Time passes,
But remember,
Thyme does grow back
The Healers,
The Weavers,
The Spinners,
And Seers
Are there to guide us
Through
The Dark

Well, there's Rosemary for Remembrance
Rue for Regret
I'll make a potion
Swim in Rivers and the Ocean
To drown all my sorrows in the depths
Fennel and Daisies will wilt
But first, they'll be a hilt
To the sword of my powers
In these Wildflowers
I'll tell you a story I've built
Circe, she knew of the Earth
Freya and Bastet, of Birth
The Witch Woman's daughter
Could heal all those potters
So they wouldn't lie in a field
Make me an ointment for dragon burns
The mortar and pestle will aid
The Sister, the Traveler
The Figure in Fire
The Moon Woman steps in
Then fades
Pansies for your Thoughts
Chamomile for when you're
Tied in knots,
Tied in twos and threes
Seal the spell
So Mote It Be
Wise Ophelia spoke the names of
Those Flowering Weeds
They thought she had taken Leave
Of her senses, but the only one
With sense was she
We know little of the Lady
Who lived by the Lake
She welcomed; she wandered
She hallowed; she haunted
The Reeds knew to signal
Her Home
So Nettle, Henbane, Sage
Cleanse the air
Read off the ancient page
Ward off misery
Smoky visions will bring clarity
So the Time passes,
But remember,
Thyme does grow back
The Healers,
The Weavers,
The Spinners,
And Seers
Are there to guide us
Through
The Dark