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Ten years ago, on a cold dark night,
Someone was killed, 'neath the town city lights,
There were few at the scene, but they all, they agreed,
Killing me, he looked a lot like me.

She walks these hills in a long black veil,
She visits my grave when the night winds wail,
Nobody knows, nobody sees,
Nobody, nobody 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, nobody but me.

Oh, the scaffold is high and eternity's near,
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear,
But sometimes at night, when the cold wind blows,
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,
Nobody knows, nobody sees,
Nobody, nobody but me.

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