In the depths of the ancient wood
Where a streamlet gently flowed
On a cliffside clearing stood
A lone cottage there abode
In mystic arts I'm engaged
Without concerns in my cot
No one here to disturb me
Years pass peaceful in this spot
If a youth loses his way
Wandering in darkness vast
Forevermore he'll stay
Bound in service to outlast
Many potions I can brew
Elixirs for any soul
I’ll provide helpful hints a few
Then let music take its toll
Skilled am I in witchcraft
Keeping youth that thus endures
Those whose lives which I have shafted
Will prolong my years as lures