I lost my love on Halloween down in Holywell Dene.

The water's calm, air is clean, trees stand still, down in Holywell Dene.
I look around for traces of the girl, always knew she was my queen.
Where can she be,
She was there on minute, but now she can't be seen,
Someone stole my girl from Holywell Dene.
Holywell, Holywell, Holywell Dene.
Going to get her back from Holywell Dene.
Holywell, Holywell, Holywell Dene.

Thee atmosphere around me is changing, dark clouds fill the skies,
Well I'm not superstitious, but I going to be taking by surprise,
Each step I take, each breath I set free,
I get the feeling someone's following me,
I'm caught in a trap in Holywell Dene.
Holywell, Holywell, Holywell Dene.
Ain't no turning back in holywell dene.
Holywell, Holywell, holywell dene.

There she is - my phantom queen - of Holywell Dene.

Well she's my baby and I'll never let her go,
I'm in [bad word]  I'll go faster, I'll go slow,
Well baby take me in,
To the powers within,
Someone stole my girl from Holywell Dene.
Holywell, Holywell, Holywell Dene.
Ain't no turning back from Holywell Dene.
Holywell, Holywell, Holywell Dene.