Ten years ago on a cold, dark night
There was someone killed in the town hall 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, an 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.
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