In 1969 I killed a man of mine In a small montana town I was hunted down by hounds
Hear the light has cried Their voices dry and hollow Hear the crowd cheer They cheer me to the gallows
In 1985 I was doing time alive I made a plan to escape And live as the lady of the lake
Hear the crowd of ghosts Their voices dry and holow Can't you hear their calls? They cheer me to the gallows
1995 Was the year I came up for trial I listened to his song And watched the sun make the shadows long
Hear the light have cried His voices is dry and hollow Hear the crowd call They cheer me to the gallows Hear the light called His voices is dry and follow Hear the light have called In a voice that's hollowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
