Who put Bella in the old wych elm? Her murder was a mystery The winds gnash and blow but we still don’t know Can her spirit ever be set free?
Was a terrible day in the little village on the bay A thief in the night lashed out and stole our comfort away They won’t let me hear too much, say it’s not a lady’s place But they can’t stop the flow of rumors; they move too fast a pace
I heard she scorned a man I heard he up and ran Well I heard it was witch! I heard it went awry Well now, I’d hate to pry… Hush now I’m gonna be sick!
Who put Bella in the old wych elm? Her murder was a mystery The winds gnash and blow but we still don’t know Can her spirit ever be set free? Who put Bella in the old wych elm? A story that no one can say Time moves on and I sing this song All that’s left of her will fade away Who put Bella in the old wych elm? Who put Bella in the old wych elm?
For a while it seemed it was only a terrible wicked dream Such horrible things never happened in places quite so clean Everywhere I turned no one would even look my way It’s like they all just wanted it to fade and go away
Hush let’s just drop it now Won’t find him anyhow… I think, it’s time to let go… I heard it’s haunted there Don’t speak of such despair! Of such things, we’ll never know
Who put Bella in the old wych elm? Her murder was a mystery The winds gnash and blow but we still don’t know Can her spirit ever be set free? Who put Bella in the old wych elm? A story that no one can say Time moves on and I sing this song All that’s left of her will fade away Who put Bella in the old wych elm? Who put Bella in the old wych elm?
And so I remain here tied to this tree What happened here faded from memory But I still hope that someday someone sets me free And so the legend grows and all ties back to me
Who put Bella in the old wych elm? Her murder was a mystery The winds gnash and blow but we still don’t know Can her spirit ever be set free? Who put Bella in the old wych elm? A story that no one can say Time moves on and I sing this song All that’s left of her will fade away
Who put Bella in the old wych elm? Her murder was a mystery The winds gnash and blow but we still don’t know Can her spirit ever be set free? Who put Bella in the old wych elm? A story that no one can say Time moves on and I sing this song All that’s left of her will fade away