There is a hag witch
That sits on stone clusters
Her demeanor is bad
Yet on courage she musters

In the room of my home
She enters, no asking
Her magic binds me
In glory, she’s basking

She took what I held dear
And devoured my child
In front of my face
Says spicy nor mild

She leaves my home,
And releases me away
My heart now aches
And my tears run astray

The witch stole my love
And used it against me
I now have nothing left
So death, come take me