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Ten years ago on a cold dark night, |
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A man killed 'neath the town hall light. |
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There were few at the scene and they all did agree |
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That the man who ran looked a lot like me. |
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Well, the judge 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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I spoke not a word, though it meant my life, |
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I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife. |
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She walks these hills in a long black veil. |
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She visits my grave where the night winds wail. |
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Nobody knows, nobody sees, |
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Nobody knows but me. |
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Well, the scaffold is high and eternity's near |
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She stood in the crowd and 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, Lord, she cries all o'er my bones. |
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She walks these hills in a long black veil. |
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And 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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Nobody knows, nobody sees, |
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Nobody knows but me. |
