Moonlit Herb Binding

From garden green to altar flame, every dried herb carries its own kind of magic. This song is for rosemary tied in black ribbon, sage in the rafters, lavender on the floor, mugwort dreams, bay leaf wishes, and moonlit bundles waiting patiently for the witch’s work to begin. #WitchTok #HerbalMagic #ViralMusic Verse 1 I tied up rosemary with a ribbon of black, Hung it in the window where the moonlight cracks. Sage on the rafters, thyme by the door, Lavender sleeping on the old wood floor. Mugwort whispers in a paper sack, Telling me secrets that the dark keeps back. Basil dries green with a blessing inside, Mint brings money when the luck runs dry. Pre-Chorus Turn them slow, let the old roots speak, Seven nights in the rafters high. What was living in the garden deep Now wakes again when the smoke climbs sky. Chorus Dry them by moonlight, hang them with care, Herbs of the earth, bones of the air. Burn them for cleansing, steep them for dreams, Tie them in charms by the river streams. Rosemary remembers, sage cuts through, Lavender calms what the shadows do. Every leaf, every stem, every spell set free, The garden keeps its magic for me. Verse 2 I keep dried bay leaves tucked in a jar, Write my wish and send it to the stars. Yarrow for courage, rue for the wall, Protection standing when the night winds call. Chamomile gold for peace in the bed, Clove for power and words unsaid. Cinnamon sparks like a fire in the hand, Drawing in love, luck, gold, and command. Pre-Chorus Bundle them tight with a cotton thread, Speak your will and breathe it true. What the sun once kissed and fed Becomes the work the witches do. Chorus Dry them by moonlight, hang them with care, Herbs of the earth, bones of the air. Burn them for cleansing, steep them for dreams, Tie them in charms by the river streams. Rosemary remembers, sage cuts through, Lavender calms what the shadows do. Every leaf, every stem, every spell set free, The garden keeps its magic for me. Bridge Mugwort for visions when sleep takes hold, Basil for blessings and pockets of gold. Thyme for healing, mint for gain, Rue for warding off sorrow and pain. Bay for wishes, clove for flame, Yarrow stands brave when you call its name. Hang them high where the dark winds hum, Magic is patient when harvest comes. Final Chorus Dry them by moonlight, hang them with care, Herbs of the earth, bones of the air. Crush them for candles, scatter them clean, Lay them in circles where spirits lean. Rosemary remembers, sage cuts through, Lavender calms what the shadows do. Every leaf, every stem, every spell set free, The garden keeps its magic for me. Outro So I thank the root, the rain, the sun, The work of the witch is never done. From garden green to altar flame, Every dried herb remembers my name.