[Verse 1]
She pressed the leaves between her palms before she pressed the law,
Read the fine print of the forest, found a deeper kind of awe,
Stitched the needle through the coursework, through the midnight and the doubt,
Learned that what the body holds, the honest mind can draw it out,
Every title earned in earnest, every scar a studied page,
She built a library of knowing, chapter drafted after stage

[PreChorus]
But the inner voice ran harder than the evidence allowed,
So she catalogued her brilliance and she never said it loud

[Chorus]
Annee, the harvest knows your name,
Every root you've tended, every cure you came to claim,
You wrote the book, you walked the ward, you held the classroom door,
Annee, you were always more than any credential before

[Verse 2]
Waylon curled beside her where the knitting needles click,
The wool unspooling patient, stitch by counted stitch,
She maps the mind of students, then she maps a remedy,
Then pulls her children's futures like a thread through history,
Saxon off discovering, and Trixie near the edge of flight,
She loves them like a well-timed formula — exact and burning bright

[PreChorus]
She gives the way a studied hand gives treatment — full, precise,
And guards her own heart carefully until the trust is right

[Chorus]
Annee, the table has been set,
For the life that you've been building that you haven't given yet,
The poodles on the sofa, and the garden at the gate,
Annee, the house is waiting — it was always yours to take

[Verse 3]
She sees the witches in the wainscoting, the women in the walls,
Feels them in the peppermint and chamomile she calls,
She knows the old house standing in the northeastern cold
Already has her bookshelves mapped, her practice room enrolled,
A consulting room where healing meets the psychological seam,
A door she'll paint herself the moment she steps into the dream

[PreChorus]
She's balanced duty long enough to know what duty cost,
Now she's drawing up the blueprint for the life she hasn't lost

[Chorus]
Annee, the equinox arrives,
And the daylight tips its hat to all the ways you've spent your lives,
The garden verdant, riotous, the shingle by the door,
Annee, the dreaming and the doing are the same thing now — go more

[Verse 4]
A Sister Witch who doesn't know how deeply she is seen,
By the one who ordered this, who knows the spaces in between,
The stellium burning in her mind, the penetrating word,
The vision held so privately it barely got to be heard,
She has remade herself with skill where others would have stalled,
She is not arriving at her power — she has always been installed

[PreChorus]
And now the leaves are turning and the apples split the air,
She's allowed to put the next thing down exactly where

[Bridge]
Let the antique house absorb the names of all who came before,
Let the garden fill with everything she studied herbals for,
Let the practice door swing open on her own particular terms,
Let her know she is the witch the next one after her confirms

[Outro]
Annee, this is your season, this is your ground,
Every life you've ever built has led you to this sound,
Go claim the couch, the needles, and the dream you've kept in store,
Annee, you were always the one they were saving it all for