Lyrics:

Marijohn Wilkin/Danny Dill

Twas ten years ago on a cold, dark night, there was someone killed neath the townhall's light.
There were few at the scene but they all did agree 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 although it meant my life for 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 is high and eternity nears. She stands in the crowd and she'd not a tear.
Sometimes at night when the cold wind moans in a long black veil she cries o'er 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 but me.