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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, 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 haunts 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.

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