Words and music by Thom Carter.
Wicca Woman
The Wicca Woman opens her eyes with Ivy eyelashes
Pagan corn, balanced and weighed flowing over the side.
A corner mouth smile
as she stands by the sink and washes between her thighs
as I pour out the drink
Dancing drink,
Dancing drink,
Stoned and bemused, who would’ve thought it was true…
Here they make their own clothes, and the women don’t shave. They let it all grow.
Might find out some things you don’t like, but what do you know?
They’ll hide and they’ll battle for you
They’ll trust with your life and then mistle you too
The Fisher King waits robed in Blue, and they play their guitars and the harp of the Jew
And the corner mouth smiles
As she takes you in and keeps you for awhile
As I pour out the drink
Dancing drink
Dancing drink
Exposed and reviled
Who would’ve thought you could lie?
Wicca
Wicca
Wicca
Woman
So your power is your life, your green hands placed upon mine
Oh, your body is divine and it explains to me
That the world is in touch with the aura that
Extends for so much beyond the physical life,
Dancing life,
Dancing life
Upon the thin skin of your mind.
Wicca
Wicca
Wicca
Woman