[Verse 1]
Pale was the wounded knight
That bore the rowan shield
And loud and cruel were the raven's cries
As he feasted on the field
"Green moss and heather bands
Will never staunch the flood
There's none but the Witch o' the Westmorland
Can save thy dear life's blood"
[Verse 2]
Turn, turn your stallion's head
Till his red mane flies in the wind
And the rider of the moon goes by
And the bright star falls behind
And clear was the paley moon
When shadow passed him by
And below the hill were the brightest stars
When he heard the owlet cry
[Verse 3]
Saying, "Why do you ride this way
And wherefore came you here?"
"I seek the Witch o' the Westmorland
Who dwells by the winding mere
And it's weary by the Ullswater
And misty the brake fern way
Till through the cleft of the Kirkstone pass
The winding water lay"
Pale was the wounded knight
That bore the rowan shield
And loud and cruel were the raven's cries
As he feasted on the field
"Green moss and heather bands
Will never staunch the flood
There's none but the Witch o' the Westmorland
Can save thy dear life's blood"
[Verse 2]
Turn, turn your stallion's head
Till his red mane flies in the wind
And the rider of the moon goes by
And the bright star falls behind
And clear was the paley moon
When shadow passed him by
And below the hill were the brightest stars
When he heard the owlet cry
[Verse 3]
Saying, "Why do you ride this way
And wherefore came you here?"
"I seek the Witch o' the Westmorland
Who dwells by the winding mere
And it's weary by the Ullswater
And misty the brake fern way
Till through the cleft of the Kirkstone pass
The winding water lay"
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