Ten years ago, on a cold dark night.
Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light.
There were few at the scene, but the all agreed
that the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me.
The judge said son what is your alibi.
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die.
I spoke not a word, thou it met my life.
For I'd been in the arms of my best friends wife
Chorus:
She walks these hill.
In a long black veil.
She visits my grave
When the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees.
Nobody knows but me
Oh the scaffold is high and eternity's near.
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear.
But late at night, when the north wind blows.
In a long black veil, she cries o're my bones.
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