Madame Macabre
The Old Wych Elm
Who put Bella in the old wych elm?
Her murder was a mystery
The winds gnash and blow but we 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 night 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 a pace

I heard she scorned a man
I heard he up and ran
Well I heard it was witch!
I heard it went awry
Wеll now, I’d hate to pry…
Hush now I’m gonna be sick!

Who put Bella in thе old wych elm?
Her murder was a mystery
The winds gnash 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 gnash 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 still I 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 gnash 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 gnash 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