1. Ten years ago, on a cold, dark night,
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There was someone 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 man who ran looked a lot like me.
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cho: She walks these hills in a long black veil,
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She visits my grave while the night winds wail.
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Nobody knows, nobody sees,
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Nobody knows but me.
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2. 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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For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife.
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cho....
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The scaffold was high and eternity 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 wind moans.
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In a long black veil she cries o'er my bones.
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cho....
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The Long Black Veil
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| Bill Monroe |
