Long Black Veil
(Traditional, Joan Baez)
Ten years ago on a cold dark night, Someone was
killed 'neath the town hall light. The people
who saw, they all agreed, That the slayer who
ran looked a lot like me.
The judge said, "Son, what is you alibi? If you
were somewheres 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
She walks these hills in a long black
veil, Visits my grave when the night
winds wail. Nobody knows, nobody sees,
nobody knows, but me.
The scaffold is high, eternity near. She stands
in the crowd, she sheds not a tear. But
sometimes at night when the cold winds moan, In
a long black veil, she cries o'er my bones.