The Forest Witch

Read the short story which accompanies this song here: >>>> https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-forest-witch-2/ <<<< All instruments, mix and production by PS Perkins and R Thomas LYRICS --------------------- Fare thee well, on a bell, may I spill you a tear? See the storm clouds approaching? Hear the riders drawing near? The bishop has sent forth all their bloodthirsty pawns To capture your head, and to cast it to bronze, on a bell Were you healing the sick? Were you raising the dead? Won't you tell me, on a bell, what they'd want with your head? Did you fly like a bird? Did you buzz like a bee? Did you frolic with the faeries and talk to the trees? On a bell, on a bell, from the woods where you dwell Can you heal me on a bell, put me under your spell On a bell, on a bell, ringing through your shady dell Can you tell me, on a bell, who they're sending to hell? On a bell. Can you heal me on a bell, gaze deep in my soul As we follow three hares down their dark and twisted holes? And so, on a bell, as we go around again The ending is where all beginnings begin On a bell, on a bell, from the woods where you dwell Can you heal me on a bell, put me under your spell On a bell, on a bell, ringing through your shady dell Can you tell me, on a bell, who they're sending to hell? On a bell.