Caught in the Witches Eye

In the land of the long forgotten Where the rivers of tears Washes the troubled souls clean Lives a gypsy with a wandering spirit And the blackest eyes This world has ever seen She stands at the ready With the wolves by her side She knows to wait long enough For my resistance to subside Caught in the witch’s eye And I’m running out of time Hard luck is coming my way Cause I’m caught in the witch’s eye Now and then she creeps out of the shadows When the moon hangs low And the harvest is ripe There to comfort the weak and downtrodden With promises of triumph Over every gripe She stands at the ready With the wolves by her side She knows to wait long enough For my resistance to subside Caught in the witch’s eye And I’m running out of time Hard luck is coming my way Cause I’m caught in the witch’s eye