Throw spilt salt over your left shoulder,
Spin spiders thrice around your head,
Keep new shoes off the table,
Hang a dreamcatcher above your bed
Do all of these things little one
She would hold me close and say
And you’ll be a witchy woman
Your luck will never go astray
I was taught this in the Summers
That I spent following her around
When Mum was busy going to work
Dad was nowhere to be found
With the whole world on her shoulders
Nan still carved out time for me
To make me a witchy woman
One content, one loved, one free.
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
Throw spilt salt over your left shoulder,
Spin spiders thrice around your head,
Keep new shoes off the table,
Hang a dreamcatcher above your bed
Do all of these things little one
She would hold me close and say
And you’ll be a witchy woman
Your luck will never go astray
I was taught this in the Summers
That I spent following her around
When Mum was busy going to work
Dad was nowhere to be found
With the whole world on her shoulders
Nan still carved out time for me
To make me a witchy woman
One content, one loved, one free.
