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(d. del, m. wilkins) |
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She walks these hills in a long black veil |
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She visits my grave when the night winds wail |
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Nobody knows, nobody sees |
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Nobody knows but me |
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Ten years ago, on a cold dark night |
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Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light |
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There were few at the scene, but they all agreed |
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That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me |
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The judge he said: son, what is your alibi |
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If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die |
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But i spoke not a word though it meant my life |
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For i'd been in the arms of my best friends wife |
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Now the scaffold is high and eternity is near |
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She stood in the crowd but shed not a tear |
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But sometimes at night when the cold winds moan |
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In a long black veil she cries on my bones |
