Long Black Veil
Written by Danny Dill & Marijohn Wilkin




Ten years ago, on a cold dark night,
There was somebody killed, 'neath the town hall light,
The people that saw, 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,
I had 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 knows but me.


The scaffold was high and eternity 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 o'er my bones.



Nobody knows but me.

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