On Pendle Hill

I see the shape of Pendle Hill ahead.

To this eerie hillside I’ve been


Hear they burned the witches in their rage

How far is hell from this this forsaken place?

Yet its shape still stirs me, it’s my home.

I might be a witch on here to roam

The River Ribble is a mighty flood

Flowing down the Pennines as one would

But if there were no gravity we’d see

Rivers running up into the trees.

The oceans would dry up or flood the land

Science is so hard to understand

So let’s just play some music on this Hill

Let’s dance and sing for if you won’t hat I will

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