Stan Rogers – The Witch Of The Westmorland (Guitar)

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Pale was the wounded knight, that bore the rowan shield,

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loud and cruel were the raven's cries, that feasted on the field.

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Saying "Beck water cold and clear will never clean your wound,

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there's none but the witch of the Westmorland can make thee hale and sound".

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So "turn, turn your stallion's head, til his red mane flies in the wind,

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and the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind".

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And clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him by,

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below the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry.

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Saying "Why do you ride this way, and wherefore came you here?"

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"I seek the Witch of the Westmorland who dwells by the winding mere".

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And it's weary by the Ullswater, and the misty brake fern way,

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til through the cleft of the Kirkstane Pass the winding water lay.

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He said "Lie down, my brindled hound, and rest ye my good grey hawk,

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and thee my steed may graze thy fill, for I must dismount and walk.

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But come when you hear my horn, and answer swift the call,

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for I fear ere the sun will rise this morn, ye will serve me best of all".

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And it's down to the water's brim, he's born the rowan shield,

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and the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield.

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And wet rose she from the lake, and fast and fleet went she,

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one half the form of a maiden fair, with a jet black mare's body.

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And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his side,

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high overhead the grey hawk flew, and swiftly did he ride.

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saying "Course well my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mare,

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stoop and strike my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair".

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She said "Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword, lay down thy rowan shield,

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for I see by the briny blood that flows, you've been wounded in the field".

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And she stood in a gown of velvet blue, bound round with a silver chain,

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and she's kissed his pale lips once and twice and three times round again.

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And she's bound his wounds with the goldenrod, full fast in her arms he lay,

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and he has risen hale and sound with the sun high in the day.

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She said "Ride with your brindled hounds at heel and your good grey hawk in hand,

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there's none can harm the knight who's lain with the Witch of the Westmorland".