She can stir up a breeze, she can summon a wave
She'll send a great ship to a watery grave
Though she can't be predicted with accuracy
There's death in the air when the Witch of November breaks free

She can lead you to doom, she will shake you and heave you
She will fling you aside, then she'll callously leave you
And she'll take all you have if you sail on her sea
A lifeboat's no use when the Witch of November runs free

Oh, she has only a month
She can't wait patiently, she is too pressed for time
So, she can never slow down
While she briefly holds sway, in this northerly clime

Well, the storm clouds have passed, that is what you are thinking
Then she crushes your hull and she laughs while you're sinking
Though you've sailed through the worst that the weather can be
It was all a spring day when the Witch of November flies free

Oh, she is fickle and cruel
She will lurk in the dark, she can strike any time
Oh, and she thrives on your fear
And she always returns to the scene of her crime

Does she ride on a broom? Does she leap forth from Hell?
Not one man who has seen her has come back to tell
No prayer will appease her, she'll just scoff at your plea
She'll insist on her toll, you will barter your soul
As the Witch of November soars free