[Verse 1] High on Widow’s Hill, There’s an old stone well. No church for miles, But they hear a bell. Only after dark. Only when it rains. Slow across the valley. Calling out a name. [Chorus] Hear that bell. Low and still. Calling from Widow’s Hill. One slow sound. Then another. Some say a warning. Some say a lover. [Verse 2] Long ago, So the story goes, A young man left Before the snow. He promised her He’d soon return. She kept one lamp And let it burn. [Instrumental Break — clean guitar, slow drums, distant organ, lonely steel guitar] [Verse 3] Springtime came. Then summer passed. She waited there Until the last. They found no grave. They found no note. Just one black shawl And his old coat. [Chorus] Hear that bell. Low and still. Calling from Widow’s Hill. One slow sound. Then another. Some say a warning. Some say a lover. [Verse 4] I went there once. Near closing light. No wind at all. No bird in flight. Then from the hill— One hollow tone. And somebody whispered, “He’s coming home.” [Outro] One slow bell. Then nothing.
