The faire was loud and bustling As people milled around The faire was for the Wiccan At the stones of Salisbury Down
He rode his horse into the faire So handsome young and proud She knew he was a highwayman And smiled and sighed aloud
He stopped to buy her garland ware His dark eyes held her stare His voice was warm and tender That day at Wiccan Faire
His charm and words beguiled her His hands caressed her hair His touch was soft and tender His smile beyond compare
She thanked him for his custom He thanked her for her ware He bent and kissed her trembling lips That day at Wiccan Faire He spurred his horse to ride away Her eyes welled in despair He promised to return one day Return to Wiccan Faire
‘Though years went by and age crept on The memory remained Of the horseman and the promise made To return to her one day
She wondered what became of him Not knowing was her pain Her heart was broken people said And why she stayed a maid
She waited for her highwayman ‘Til hammer, nail and saw Brought sounds of gallows rising high That broke her heart once more
The crowd was cruel and baying Except for one who cared When he went by she called to him Remember Wiccan Faire
He remembered how she smiled at him And how he’d touched her hair And how he kissed her trembling lips That day at Wiccan Faire
She saw the garland on his belt He kept from long ago ‘Though withered flowers entwined the hide His love like hers did grow
He kissed her eager lips again Bound hands caressed her hair The way they had those years ago That day at Wiccan Faire
She walked with him and as she wept He asked her for her name He asked her to forgive his deeds And all the years of pain
She held on to his body close Not wanting to let go Until they pulled her from his grasp Whilst praying for his soul He climbed to meet his destiny He thanked her for her prayer He smiled at her for one last time As he did at Wiccan Faire
He smiled at her for one last time As he did at Wiccan Faire As he did at Wiccan Faire