Lyrics

On an island
In the Baltic Sea
A wise woman old Britta
Cunning as can be

Don’t fear the wise woman
She reads diseases in wine
She learned to heal the sick
Punished for her unholy crime

The white witch
The cunning folks
Their power comes from the land
From the plants and the oaks

Don’t fear the wise woman
She reads diseases in wine
She learned to heal the sick
Punished for her unholy crime

Don’t fear the wise woman
She reads diseases in wine
She learned to heal the sick
Punished for her unholy crime