Ten years ago on a cold dark night, someone was killed 'neath the town hall lights. There were few at the scene, but they all agreed, that the slayer who ran looked a lot like me.
She walks these hills, in a long black veil. She visits my grave, when the night winds vail. Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows, but 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, though it ment my life, for i'd been in the arms of my best friends wife.
Now the schaffold is high, and eternity's near. She stood in the crowd, and shed not a tear. But some times at night, when the cold wind moans In a long black veil, she cries over my bones
She walks these hills, in a long black veil. When the cold winds blow, and the night winds wail. Nobody knows, nobody sees. Nobody knows, but me.