By: M. Wilkens & D. Dill
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Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
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Someone was 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 slayer who ran, looked a lot like me
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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, thou 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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She walks these hills in a long black veil
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She 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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Oh, 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 late at night, when the north wind blows
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In a long black veil, she cries ov're my bones
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She walks these hills in a long black veil
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She 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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Oh, 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 late at night, when the north wind blows
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In a long black veil, she cries ov're my bones
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The Long Black Veil
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| Nazareth |
