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