The man from the dam said it was a shame about her She never planned on staying 'round here for long He looked rather pale as he mentioned the name Andwella She came with a cat that sat on the top of a basket There was none pleasant to my eyes as she She came like a breeze in the middle of the day, then gone She rode a horse that had that look about it Of serving her until the day it died With a crimson cape she rode across the valley
She vanished through the night sometime last spring Now she stands with the naked man in the center of the town Some people turn away if you mention the name Andwella Well her voice still lingers round the ground she came from And her picture haunts the moorland where she lived With her face on fire and her bells that spoke of freedom