41 – All Them WitchesBy Hearing of the wayThe best of menLive the word at lengthAnd cherish itAll in timeAll of meAll divineReverieWhen the going looks like returningThe road is mighty darkCommon manOn common groundPicks it upAnd sets it downStanding like shifting tidesSoon to swell, soon to rideWhen the going looks like returningThe road is mighty darkThe great formHas no shape nor evilness upon its faceThe great formHas no shape nor evilness upon its faceThe lowest of them allWill laugh and laughBut none will hear the callOf the ancient breathAll in timeAll of meAll divineReverieWhen the going’s like the returningThe road is mighty darkThe great formHas no shape nor evilness upon its faceThe great formHas no shape nor evilness upon its faceThe great formHas no shape nor evilness upon its faceThe great formHas no shape nor evilness upon its face www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20