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.

Well, the judge said, son, what is your alibi?

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

But I said not a word, though it meant my life,

because I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife.

Well, the scaffold is high and eternity's near.

She stood in the crowd and she shed not a tear.

But sometimes at night when the cold wind blows,

in long black veils she cries over my bones.

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.

Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me.

Thank you so much.