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