From The Chester Witches Show Tunes Album

Step into the spellbound streets of Chester with The Floating Well, a whimsical, theatrical folk-pop song set beneath Queen’s Park Bridge and drifting along the River Dee.

This toe-tapping tale follows a fearless barrel-riding heroine who “accidentally” floats into legend and opens a rather unusual purple potion shop… entirely by coincidence, of course. Packed with fizzing bath bombs, whispering tea cosies, multilingual bubbles, and a chorus that begs to be sung at full volume, The Floating Well blends humour, magic, and British charm in one delightfully mischievous track.

The Floating Well Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Down Barrel Well Hill in Chester city,
They said, “Mind the bend!” but she rolled down giddy,
In a wooden barrel, cracked and old,
With a fearless grin and a nerve of gold.
The crowd held breath, the river went calm,
She tipped right in, afloat and unharmed.
“Just luck!” she cried with a wink and a yell,
“Nothing strange here, I just travel well!”
ahhhhhhh

[Chorus]
Float, float, floating well, 
(Purple barrel, ring the bell!)
Float, float, floating well, 
(Magic sold but never tell!)
Fizz, fizz, bubble, brew,
Knits and tea and spells for you, (spells for you)
Float, float, floating well,
“I’m not a witch,
I just float well!”

[Verse 2]
She wouldn’t leave that river wide,
Said, “This spot here suits me fine,”
So she painted the barrel purple bright,
Moon and stars in the lantern light.
Moored it fast by the riverside,
Under Queen’s Park Bridge where the shadows hide,
Hung a sign that rang when the wind fell through,
THE FLOATING WELL (open to you).
ahhhhhhh

[Chorus]
Float, float, floating well, 
(Purple barrel, ring the bell!)
Float, float, floating well, 
(Magic sold but never tell!)
Fizz, fizz, bubble, brew,
Knits and tea and spells for you, (spells for you)
Float, float, floating well,
“I’m not a witch,
I just float well!”

[Verse 3]
Herbs for courage, roots for sleep,
Promises the river keeps,
Bath bombs fizz in voices bright,
Seven languages singing delight.
“Bonjour!” “Hola!” “Rest awhile!”
They bubble, giggle, wink, and smile,
“If it sparkles, well, that’s just health,”
She says while shelving time itself.
ahhhhhhh

[Chorus]
Float, float, floating well, 
(Purple barrel, ring the bell!)
Float, float, floating well, 
(Magic sold but never tell!)
Fizz, fizz, bubble, brew,
Knits and tea and spells for you, (spells for you)
Float, float, floating well,
“I’m not a witch,
I just float well!”
ahhhhhhh

[Verse 4]
Tea cosies knitted tight and neat,
Stacked in piles from floor to seat,
One hums softly when storms draw near,
One whispers truths you’re not to hear,
One keeps secrets warm and small,
One brings back minutes lost to all,
“Oh these?” she shrugs, “Just yarn, you see,”
As the cosy nods politely.
ahhhhhhh

[Bridge, hushed, magical]
But hush now, soft, there’s more to tell,
A deeper spell Granny Wren knows well,
For danger creeps when eyes grow wise,
And questions sharpen, truth draws nigh…
ahhhhhhh

[Verse 5]
Winona Wren with her careful hands,
Herbs and love at her command,
When whispers rise and rumours start,
Granny guards her with a steady heart.
She taps her cane, the clock unwinds,
Moments slip from searching minds,
“What were you saying?” “Nothing at all,”
The truth rolls back like the river’s call.

[final Chorus Big, Full Cast] 
Float, float, floating well, 
(Purple barrel, ring the bell!)
Float, float, floating well, 
(Magic sold but never tell!)
Fizz, fizz, bubble, brew,
Knits and tea and spells for you, (spells for you)
Float, float, floating well,
“I’m not a witch,
I just float well!”