A righteous light is carrying a just man
over the black hill
and a restless voice is harrying you
It's not too late
You can turn again
(don't look back, don't look back)
You can look back still
(don't look back, don't look back)
You can turn, turn, turn again
from the brow of the black hill
(don't look back)
To the crimson towers of the city you were born in
To the square where you sang
To the spinning shed where you spun your thread
To the tall and empty windows of your home
where sons and daughters blessed your bed
One glance and a searing sting of pain
Stitched up her eyes before she made a sound
and the salt suffused her body
and her legs were rooted to the ground
Who's gonna mourn?
One woman in a storm?
Who will lament the life
She left to burn
over the black hill
and a restless voice is harrying you
It's not too late
You can turn again
(don't look back, don't look back)
You can look back still
(don't look back, don't look back)
You can turn, turn, turn again
from the brow of the black hill
(don't look back)
To the crimson towers of the city you were born in
To the square where you sang
To the spinning shed where you spun your thread
To the tall and empty windows of your home
where sons and daughters blessed your bed
One glance and a searing sting of pain
Stitched up her eyes before she made a sound
and the salt suffused her body
and her legs were rooted to the ground
Who's gonna mourn?
One woman in a storm?
Who will lament the life
She left to burn