Appalachian Ritual Song Lyrics

Songs from behind the trees
Fall flowers and evergreen
Fill my head with mysteries
Of things I've never seen.

Crossroads and moonlight
Go together in a strange sort of way
When someone comes, get out of sight
Our souls to keep we pray

The hills call out in a hungry tone
When trees are bare, she's so cold
She's withered many a man to the bone
And stripped him of his soul.

Songs from behind the trees
The burning of the hickory scent
Autumn fires and incense pyres
Mark the way the witches went.