Alasdair Roberts Under No Enchantment (but My Own)
First thing she gave me:
Two sprays of old Dog's Mercury
Then I knew that this was serious
And it was Sirius
Who shone upon the road ahead
Though light of day was there to hear us
All too familiar, all too familiar
All too familiar
Those brindled hounds behind her heels
All too familiar, all too familiar
All too familiar
The things a road reversed reveals
Then she turned away from me in her own cave of gold
And so sadly I saw her unfold and unfold
Then she turned her face to me and she said with one
look
"The willow grows ever aslant of the brook
Regardless the shape and the heft of your book
I was a bee and I was alive
But my wings they were strong and they beat for the
hive
And anything 'round me resembling a drone
Just a ricocheted residue of overtone"
And this she did say as she leapt o'er the stile
"Bridges like this must entirely lack guile
It hinges on us, son, to find our own rust, son
So give up the gloom, son, just trust, just trust"
All this with one look
And man, was I spooked!
And woman, was I spooked!
And boy, was I spooked!
And girl, was I spooked!
That was true lunacy, that was true lunacy
That was true lunacy
Like none I'd ever known before
That was true lunacy, that was true lunacy
That was true lunacy
Like none I'd ever known before
Last thing she gave me:
One dewy sprig of rosemary
And half a compass
And so I left her, and there I left her
Under no enchantment
Under no enchantment but my own
An empty-handed hunter
An empty-handed hunter coming home
