Once a place of faerie law lore

Greenwood home for wolf and boar

A pagan place, lost days of old

Witches tales will be forever told

Oh Pendle hill, a brooding site

Majestic on a full moon night

Rising dark from mists below

Looming in the silver afterglow

(Whistle)

Standing still on pendle hill cruel the wind, October chill

The frigid breeze shall freeze your bones

And on the wind you’ll hear the crone.

Come now walk the magic hill

And feel the way how time stands still

Liminal time, twilight and dawn

And then await a new day is born

As sure there was the wolf and deer

Your children’s thriving far and near

Your mystery still in the land and the waters

Strong in the veins of your sons and daughters

(whistle)

Oh Lancashire the world knows well

Your sad and darker tales to tell

But there she is, still standing proud

Shrouded in the mist and the cloud

Once a place of faerie law lore

Greenwood home for wolf and boar

A pagan place, lost days of old

Witches tales will be forever told