All black, she fell to earth
Waiting for a sign
Softly in the wind
A gentle battle cry
A woman she was born
A hero she will die
The witch of Bodmin Moor
Or Joan to those who know
Hung from off the rafters
For many years but now
She lays in her grave
But her ghost still walks the earth
"Bury me", she cried
But nobody heard
"Bury me", she cried
And put me in the earth
Ribbons from the tree
The people came for miles
To get the help they seek
From Joan, but in the night
They threw her in a cell
In someone else's name
"Bury me", she cried
Put me in a grave
"Bury me," she cried
But nobody came
What kind of God forgives?
What kind of God forgets?
So Joan still walks those hills
For she will never rest
Now it is my turn
To right the wrongs of those
Who carry in my name
The reasons for her ghost
Sleep now in those hills
Joan forevermore
