Robin Williamson
witches hat
Certainly the children have seen them
In quiet places where the moss grows green
Colored shells jangle together
The wind is cold, the year is old
The trees whisper together
And bent in the wind they lean
If I was a witches hat
Sitting on her head like a paraffin stove
I'd fly away and be a bat
Across the air I would rove
Stepping like a tightrope walker
Putting one foot after another
Wearing black cherries for rings
If I was a witches hat
Sitting on her head like a telegraph pole
I'd fly away and be a bat
Across the air I would roll
Stepping like a tightrope walker
Putting one foot after another
Wearing black cherries for rings
- :
- Trusting In The Rising Light
- Miscellaneous
- Myrrh
- A Glint at the Kindling & Selected Writings 1980-83
- Meet on the Ledge: An Island Records Folk-Rock Anthology
- The All New Electric Muse: The Story of Folk Into Rock
- Island Records Folk-Rock Anthology - Meet On The Ledge
- Meet On the Ledge: Folk-Rock Anthology
- The Seed-At-Zero
- Just Like the River and Other Songs for Guitar
- Island Folk Box Set - Meet On The Ledge
- Just Like the River and Other Songs with Guitar