To See the Crone

Belle de la Tour

Oh have you seen the Ancient Crone
Walking down the road?
Oh have you heard her staff of stone
Tap the dirt so cold?

(Chorus)
Nay I'll not return from there,
Nor shall you e'er go
For Lady Winter calls us all
To walk her ice alone

Mary heard the aged crone,
And turned her face away
Now Mary lies with frozen tears
In that snowy glade

(Chorus)

Pierre did spy her wrinkled face,
And challenged her to fight
Now Pierre does stand with sword in hand,
Frozen where he stood that night.

(Chorus)

Brother Noel heard her tread,
And brought her fruits to taste
The good Father now lies in his bed,
A frost-kiss on his face.

(Chorus)

Oh have you seen the Ancient Crone
Walking down the road?
Oh have you heard her staff of stone
Tap the dirt so cold?

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