Texty: Marianne Faithfull. Long Black Veil.

Ten years ago on a cold dark night
There was someone killed 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene but they all did agree
That the man who ran looked a lot like me

She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave where the night winds wail
Nobody knows, no and nobody sees
Nobody knows 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
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 where the night winds wail
Nobody knows, no and nobody sees
Nobody knows but me

The scaffold is high and eternity nears
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
But sometimes at night where the cold winds moan
In a long black veil she cries all o'er my bones

She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, no and nobody sees
Nobody knows but me, nobody knows but me