Who put Bella in the Old Wych Elm?

Her murder was a mystery

The winds nash and blow but will 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 knight 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 to pace

I heard she scorned a man

I heard he up and ran

Well, I heard that it was a 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 nash 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 nash 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 nash 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 nash 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