Bob Johnson - Pete Knight - Witch - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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