G C G Em7 Pale was the wounded knight that bore the rowan shield G D7 Em C D Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field G C G Em7 Saying beck water cold and clear will never clean your wound G D7 Em C D There's none but the witch of the Westmorland can make thee hale and sound G C G Em7 So turn, turn your stallion's head til his red mane flies in the wind G D7 Em C D And the rider of the moon goes by and the bright star falls behind G C G Em7 And clear was the paley moon when his shadow passed him by G D7 Em C D Below the hills were the brightest stars when he heard the owlet cry G C G Em7 Saying "Why do you ride this way, and wherefore came you here?" G D7 Em C D "I seek the Witch of the Westmorland who dwells by the winding mere" G C G Em7 And it's weary by the Ullswater and the misty brake fern way G D7 Em C D Til through the cleft of the Kirkstone Pass the winding water lay G C G Em7 He said "Lie down, my brindled hound, and rest ye, my good grey hawk" G D7 Em C D And thee, my steed, may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk G C G Em7 But come when you hear my horn and answer swift the call G D7 Em C D For I fear ere the sun will rise this morn ye will serve me best of all." G C G Em7 And it's down to the water's brim he's born the rowan shield G D7 Em C D And the goldenrod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield G C G Em7 And wet rose she from the lake, and fast and fleet went she G D7 Em C D One half the form of a maiden fair with a jet black mare's body G C G Em7 And loud, long and shrill he blew til his steed was by his side G D7 Em C D High overhead the grey hawk flew and swiftly he did ride G C G Em7 Say "Course well, my brindled hound, and fetch me the jet black mare G D7 Em C D Stoop and strike, my good grey hawk, and bring me the maiden fair." G C G Em7 She said "Pray, sheathe thy silvery sword. Lay down thy rowan shield G D7 Em C D For I see by the briny blood that flows you've been wounded in the field" G C G Em7 And she stood in a gown of velvet blue, bound round with a silver chain G D7 Em C D and she's kissed his pale lips one and twice and three times round again G C G Em7 And she's bound his wounds with the goldenrod, full fast in her arms he lay G D7 Em C D and he has risen hale and sound with the sun high in the day G C G Em7 She said "Ride with your brindled hound at heel and your good grey hawk in hand G D7 Em C D There's none can harm the knight who's lain with the Witch of the Westmorland"
