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