(Marijohn Wilkin / Danny Dill)      Ten years ago on a cold dark night   A man was killed ‘neath the town hall light   There were few at the scene but they all agreed   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   Well, I spoke not a word though it meant my life   For I had been in the arms of my best friends 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 an eternity nears   She stood in the crowd, shed not a tear   But sometimes at night when the cold winds moan   She comes to my grave and she cries on 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...