Sleep is waking, waking sleep,
We Ride the Broom across the Deep,
Fair is foul and Foul is Fair
By bee and cat, by hound and hare,
The Living die and Dying live
We turn the Shears and the Sieve,
Light is Darkness and Darkness Light
to Farers through the Mystic night,
Up is down and Down is Up
To Seekers of the Cauldron Cup,
Lords are Churls and Churls are Lords
We leap across the Bridge of Swords,
Birth is Death and Death is Birth
We Thread the Paths Beneath the Earth,
Bride is Hag and Hag is Bride
Between the Times We Rage and Ride,
Day is Night and Night is Day
For Farers on the Witching Way...
We Ride the Broom across the Deep,
Fair is foul and Foul is Fair
By bee and cat, by hound and hare,
The Living die and Dying live
We turn the Shears and the Sieve,
Light is Darkness and Darkness Light
to Farers through the Mystic night,
Up is down and Down is Up
To Seekers of the Cauldron Cup,
Lords are Churls and Churls are Lords
We leap across the Bridge of Swords,
Birth is Death and Death is Birth
We Thread the Paths Beneath the Earth,
Bride is Hag and Hag is Bride
Between the Times We Rage and Ride,
Day is Night and Night is Day
For Farers on the Witching Way...