Pendle Hill by Lizzy Hardingham
Pendle Hill is the place from which we came
All but two of us proudly bare the name
Hand in hand mother sister brother side by side
Here we stand clutching for the strength just to be tried
Am I bad or am I good
Must our secrets all lay fallow
Does his voice ring in my blood
Am I destined for the gallows at Pendle Hill
One dark night a peddler closed his pack
And all I knew is he had something that I lacked
Don my crown, either nature me or the devil took his course
Now this town has only one agenda to indorse
Am I bad or am I good
Must our secrets all lay fallow
Does his voice ring in my blood
Am I destined for the gallows at Pendle Hill
Pendle Hill is the place whereon we died
Ten limp bodies hanging there on the hillside
Am I bad or am I good
Must our secrets all lay fallow
Does his voice ring in my blood
Am I destined for the gallows at Pendle Hill