Sleep is waking, waking sleep

we ride the broom across the deep,

fair is foul and foul is fair

by bee and cat, by hound and hare,

the living die and the dying live

we turnd the shears and the sieve,

light is darkness, darkness light

to farers throught the mystic night,

up is down and down is up

to seekers of the cauldron-cup,

lords are churls and churls are lords

we leap across the bridge of swords.

birth is death and death is birth

we tread the paths beneath the earth,

Bride is Hag and Hag is Bride

between the time we rage and ride,

day is night and night is day

for farers on the witching way.

Nigel A Jackson