Ten years ago, on a cold dark nightnSomeone was killed, 'neath the town hall lightnThere were few at the scene, but they all agreednThat the slayer who ran, looked a lot like mennThe judge said son, what is your alibinIf you were somewhere else, then you won't have to dienI spoke not a word, thou it meant my lifenFor I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wifennShe walks these hills in a long black veilnShe visits my grave when the night winds wailnNobody knows, nobody seesnNobody knows but mennOh, the scaffold is high and eternity's nearnShe stood in the crowd and shed not a tearnBut late at night, when the north wind blowsnIn a long black veil, she cries ov're my bonesnnShe walks these hills in a long black veilnShe visits my grave when the night winds wailnNobody knows, nobody seesnNobody knows but me