The Spells of the Weavers

Walk down to the town said the miller's quiet daughter
Go now for the sun's going down for the day
Bring all that you can for to grace our fair table
And speak naught to strangers you meet on the way

For there will be those who will offer you kisses
And trinkets for those who are willing to say
Of the secrets and ways of the spells of the weavers
And down we will fall if they're given away

Weave sturdy the branch of the elder and hazel
The carrying basket is shaped by the will
And green forest mosses will soften the coarseness
To carry the new one aloft to Black Hill.

Do not fall asleep by the patch of sweet dog-flower
Be speedy of foot and return before dark
Our candles will show you the way so tread softly
The path to this doorway will show ne'er a mark.