Chords for Archie Fisher - The witch of the Westmerland

[F] _ Some fair was [Bb] the wind of night, [F] that bore her [Gm] own shield,
Loud and cruel the raven's cry, but her _ countenance [F] made exact, _
_ [Bb] _ _ The nerve [F] of [Bb] your being [F] certain of [Gm] me,
Of the white skinned deer in the misty clear [C] day.
[F] Though coarse were my friends of old, and the patchy of mountain hair,
Who'd gone and [Gm] grazed the wet log, [Bb] or the white of the [C] daily hair,
[F] The good would [Bb] _ _
[F] never have done such a lot,
As none [Gm] to which the west may along to say,
May be alike to us.
[F] Though sometimes the nearest [Bb] sight,
Was [F] the rubble [Bb] of the wind,
[F] And rain [Gm] her own [Bb] escape by the blight of [F] the [C] night.
_ [F] _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] When the shadow passes by,
And all the [Gm] hills are grey with [Bb] stars,
And the air is [C] cool and dry,
[F] Saving the wild in the air, _ _ _
_ _ I seek to [Gm] know which to the west may along,
As well to the white.
[C] _ [F] Since life's mere gift [Dm] may I have,
[F] To gather the golden rod,
And take to my [Gm] heart the dear words [Bb] of a young [F] deer. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] [F] And the misty breeze and waves,
To the [Gm] clouds and the crystal path,
The winding [C] waterway,
[F] _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ [F] And rest my dear grey hawk,
And be my easy [Gm] to me grace I [Bb] fill,
But I want to [C] be [F] calm when you [Bb] hear my hoarse,
[F] And answer to what they call a,
[Gm] Fragile, and some wise,
Of small to me seldom bent [C] along.
[F] And down _ [Bb] _ [F] is a bone,
And a [Bb] rolling hill,
[F] And a garden,
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[F] And a past in decayed sheath,
One half [G] the heart of a little bear,
[Bb] And a black [C] bear's belly,
[F] And an owl of true evil,
And a spineless body,
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
Of a black [Bb] bear,
[F] [Gm] To correct my grey hawk,
And a wind to the field [F] I'll play,
To free a [Gm] _
_ young knight,
_ But I'll sing for the brave,
And the misty breeze [Bb] and waves,
To the clouds and the crystal [C] path,
_ [F] _ _ _
[Gm] _ [F] The winding [Gm] waterway,
[F] And rest my dear [Gm]
grey hawk,
And be my easy to me grace I [Bb] fill,
[C] But [F] I want to be calm when you hear my [Gm] hoarse,
And answer to what they call a,
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ Fragile, and some wise,
[D] Of small to me seldom bent along.
And a black bear's belly,
_ [C]