Ten years ago on a cold, dark night there was someone killed in
the Townhall light.
There were few at the scene but they all agreed that the slayer
who ran looked a lot like me.
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 meant my life for I'd been in the
arms of my best friend's wife.
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.
The scaffold was high and eternity near. She stood in the crowd
and shed not a tear.
But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans in a long black
veil she cries o'er my bones.
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. Nobody knows but
me.
