Sometimes there are witches on the beach That fly down roads of deep stained sands And caves that glowed with colored rocks It was on that Autumn day When we put to sea just for day to fish We made our way slowly through the tide To that point of view where sky meets sea The bathers of lake Balaton took off their bathing suits And leapt into the water to the sound of Gypsy flutes
Sometimes there are witches on the beach That fly to roads of deep stained sands And caves that glowed with colored rocks We found such a sheltered place When we stepped ashore late in the day to kiss You rode the waves, turning on the tide Till the moon appeared where sky meets sea The bathers of lake Balaton took off their bathing suits And leapt into the water to the sound of gypsy flutes