These moors have got a story to tell,
About this woman and how she fell.
Her temper raged from a soul that was calm.
Mr Jackson stayed by her side
Although the parson did cry,
"You stand accused of doing us harm"
You sent those wings,
That beast fouls things from your command.
Molly Leigh you are damned.
Her time was cut short she died before being tried.
Her grave was dug before her hands were tied.
Jackson stayed and the town grew sick,
With visions of spirits haunting out late
That warned them of their own fate.
You sent those wings,
That beast fouls things from your command.
Molly Leigh you are damned.
On your way, none cried this day.
As the crow flies another soul dies.
You'll find your way, as the crow flies.
You sent those wings,
That beast fouls things from your command.
Molly Leigh you are damned.
Molly Leigh you are damned.
On your way, none cried this day.
As the crow flies another soul dies.
You'll find your way, as the crow flies.
As the crow flies.
As the crow flies.
As the crow flies.
As the crow dies.