A friend lent me a tape of a singer named Roger Westbrook. I had never heard of him, but liked him after listening to him. He said this song was originally written by the two Lambert brothers to an Edwardian tune. Brian Osborne, of the group called “The Taverner”, wrote the tune that I sing here, and also added a verse.<\/p>\n
Pendle Hill is a famous hill in the north of England. My mum told me that there is a book titled T<\/em>he Pendle Hill Witches;<\/em> Pendle was the place where they gathered.<\/p>\n Gordon Bok – cellamba; Nick Apollonio – guitar & vocal<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Chorus:<\/span> 1. Chorus:<\/span><\/p>\n 2. Chorus:<\/span><\/p>\n 3. Chorus:<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\nOld Pendle, old Pendle, thou standest alone.<\/em>
\nTwixt Burnley and Clitheroe, and Whalley and Colne,<\/em>
\nWhere Hodder and Ribble’s fair waters do meet<\/em>
\nWith Barley and Downham content at thy feet.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nOld Pendle, old Pendle, majestic, sublime,
\nThy praises shall ring till the end of all time.
\nThee beauty eternal, thy banner unfurled,
\nThat dearest and grandest old hill in the world.<\/p>\n
\nWhen witches do fly on a cold winter\u2019s night,
\nWe won\u2019t tell a soul and we’ll bolt the door tight.
\nWe’ll sit around the fire and keep ourselves warm,
\nUntil once again we can walk in your arms.<\/p>\n
\nOld Pendle, old Pendle, by moorland and fell.
\nIn glory and loveliness, ever to dwell
\nThrough life’s fateful journeys, where e’er we may be,
\nWe’ll pause in our labours and oft think of thee.<\/p>\n