(D. Del, M. Wilkins)



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





Ten years ago, on a cold dark night

Someone was killed 'neath the Town Hall light

There were few at the scene, but they all agreed

That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me





The judge he said: Son, what is your alibi

If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die

But I spoke not a word though it meant my life

For I'd been in the arms of my best friends wife





Now the scaffold is high and eternity is near

She stood in the crowd but shed not a tear

But sometimes at night when the cold winds moan

In a long black veil she cries on my bones