Written by: Danny Dill, Marijohn Wilkin
#6 Jun '59 Country
Ten years ago on a cold dark night,
There was someone killed 'neath the town hall lights.
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed,
that the slayer who ran looked a lot like 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 had been in the arms of my best friends 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 is 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 over my bones
She walks these hills, in a long black veil.
She visits my grave, when the night winds wail.
When the cold winds blow, and the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees.
Nobody knows, but me.
Nobody knows, but me.
#6 Jun '59 Country
Ten years ago on a cold dark night,
There was someone killed 'neath the town hall lights.
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed,
that the slayer who ran looked a lot like 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 had been in the arms of my best friends 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 is 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 over my bones
She walks these hills, in a long black veil.
She visits my grave, when the night winds wail.
When the cold winds blow, and the night winds wail.
Nobody knows, nobody sees.
Nobody knows, but me.
Nobody knows, but me.