Bob Johnson - Pete Knight - Witch
текст песни

Near the Castle of Erl there lived a lonely witch, on high land near the thunder, which used to roll in summer along the hills. There she dwelt by herself in a narrow cottage of thatch, and roamed the high fields alone to gather the thunderbolts; thunderbolts that hat no earthly forging, that made such weapons as had to parry unearthly danger.

All alone the lonely heath
The little children cry
Witch, Witch,
High on a broomstick,
Riding through the sky.

All alone the fire at night
When owls and bats do fly
Witch, Witch,
Spinning a spell
There's thunder in the sky.

Chorus (2x):
Earth and fire and wind and water,
Dew of morning, miles of may,
Scent of Thyme and sight of lilac,
Thunderbolt iron will win the day.
All alone behind the houses
Creeping through the dark
Witch, Witch,
Bringing the shadows,
How the dogs do bark!

All alone the fire at night
The sparks and ashes fly
Witch, Witch,
Making a blade
There's thunder in the sky.

Chorus

Burn, burn, you stormy wanderers,
Light the way.
Burn, burn, you stormy wanderers,
Thunderbolt iron will win the day

The Witch, P.P. Arnold
Drums, Nigel Pegrum
Bass, Herbie Flowers, Bob Johnson
Electric guitars, Bob Johnson
Electric piano, Peter Knight