Of Witches and Flames
and Voices and Games

They burned her for being a witch, my dear

They burned her so long ago

Before you were born, oh little one

She was burned on a day full of snow

A woman who laughs, a woman who speaks

A woman who isn’t afraid

The danger, the terror, they all shook in fear

A woman who won’t be a maid

They gagged her and hit her and stabbed at her flesh

They tried hard to damage her pride

But all that she did was stand up tall

Darling, she held her head high

Now listen here, child, and listen up well

They’ll try to burn you just the same

So don’t lose yourself from running away

Two, dear, can play at their game

When they grab the pitchforks and torches as well

Don’t you stop speaking your mind

They’re scared of a woman who brings about change

They’re scared and it’s rendered them blind

So when the stones are thrown, my dear

Keep your composure and dodge

It isn’t your fault, and their words are not true

So into your heart they’ll not lodge

You and your sisters, and your mothers too

Your daughters and nieces as well

Keep standing together and raising your voices

‘Til you could drown out the loudest of bells

For midst the haze of hatred

Your assailants cannot see

And if you all stand together

None the wiser they will be

Before they know it, little dear

The tide shall even out

Until at last, when you wish to be heard

You needn’t even shout

They burned her for being a witch, my dear

They burned her so long ago

Before you were born, oh little one

She was burned on a day full of snow

Now listen here, child, and listen up well

They’ll try to burn you just the same

So don’t lose yourself from running away

Two, dear, can play at their game