Stan Rogers - The witch of westmorland

^GPale was the wounded^C knight that ^Gbore the rowan s^Em7hield ^GLoud and cruel were the^D7 raven's ^Emcries that f^Ceasted on the field^D Saying b^Geck water cold and ^Cclear will ^Gnever clean your w^Em7ound There's ^Gnone but the witch of the ^D7Westmorl^Emand can^C make thee hale and ^Dsound So ^Gturn, turn your stallion's ^Chead til his r^Ged mane flies in the w^Em7ind And the ^Grider of the ^D7moon goes ^Emby and the b^Cright star falls be^Dhind And c^Glear was the paley ^Cmoon when his s^Ghadow passed him b^Em7y Bel^Gow the hills were the br^D7ightest ^Emstars when he h^Ceard the owlet c^Dry Saying &^Gquot;Why do you ride ^Cthis way,^G and wherefore came yo^Em7u here'" &quo^Gt;I seek the Witch of^D7 the West^Emmorland^C who dwells by the win^Dding mere" And it's ^Gweary by the Ullswa^Cter and the ^Gmisty brake fern w^Em7ay Til ^Gthrough the cleft of the ^D7Kirkstone ^EmPass the ^Cwinding water l^Day He said &^Gquot;Lie down, my brin^Cdled hound,^G and rest ye, my good ^Em7grey hawk" And ^Gthee, my steed, may g^D7raze thy ^Emfill for I ^Cmust dismount and ^Dwalk But ^Gcome when you hear my ^Chorn and ^Ganswer swift the c^Em7all For I ^Gfear ere the sun will ^D7rise this ^Emmorn ye will ^Cserve me best of ^Dall." And it's ^Gdown to the water's ^Cbrim he's ^Gborn the rowan ^Em7shield And the ^Ggoldenrod he ^D7has cast ^Emin to ^Csee what the lake might ^Dyield And ^Gwet rose she from the ^Clake, and ^Gfast and fleet went ^Em7she One ha^Glf the form of a ^D7maiden ^Emfair with a j^Cet black mare's bod^Dy And ^Gloud, long and shrill he ^Cblew til his ^Gsteed was by his ^Em7side High ^Goverhead the ^D7grey hawk ^Emflew and ^Cswiftly he did ^Dride Say ^G"Course well, my brin^Cdled hound,^G and fetch me the jet b^Em7lack mare ^GStoop and strike, my ^D7good grey ^Emhawk, and ^Cbring me the maiden ^Dfair." She said &^Gquot;Pray, sheathe thy sil^Cvery sword. ^GLay down thy rowa^Em7n shield For I ^Gsee by the briny ^D7blood that ^Emflows you've been ^Cwounded in the ^Dfield" And she ^Gstood in a gown of velvet ^Cblue, bound ^Ground with a silver ^Em7chain and she's ^Gkissed his pale lips ^D7one and ^Emtwice and ^Cthree times round ^Dagain And she's ^Gbound his wounds with the golden^Crod, full ^Gfast in her arms he ^Em7lay and ^Ghe has risen ^D7hale and ^Emsound with the ^Csun high in the ^Dday She said &^Gquot;Ride with your brindled houn^Cd at heel and ^Gyour good grey haw^Em7k in hand There's ^Gnone can harm the ^D7knight who's ^Emlain with the ^CWitch of the Westmor^Dland"