She walks these hills, in a long black veil
The scaffold is high, and eternity's near
In a long black veil, she cries over my bones
Nobody knows, but me
But some times at night, when the cold wind moans
Nobody knows, but me
The Judge said, "Son, what is your alibi
She visits my grave, when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
She stood in the crowd, and shed not a tear
For I'd been in the arms of my best friends wife
Nobody knows, but me
She walks these hills, in a long black veil
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me
She visits my grave, when the night winds wail
She visits my grave, when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die"
Now she walks these hills, in a long black veil
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows, nobody sees
