Ten years ago on a cold dark night
Someone was killed beneath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran 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 knows but me

The judge said son, "What is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, then you wont have to die."
I said 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, eternity is near
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear,
And sometimes at night when the cold winds blow
In a long black veil she cries over my bones.

She walks these hills . .