The Witch Of Bodmin Moor

All black she fell to earth
Waiting for a sign
Softly in the wind
A gentle battle cry
A woman she was born
A hero she will die

The witch of Bodmin Moor
Or Joan to those who know
Hung from off the rafters
For many years but now
She lays in her grave
But her ghost still walks the earth

Bury me she cried
But nobody heard
Bury me she cried
Put me in the earth

Ribbons from the tree
The people came for miles
To get the help they seek
From Joan but in thе night
They threw her in a cеll
In someone else's name