The moon shines through the clouds   see the black bird on a tree   his voice is loud, and clear   I think he is laughing at me      I am writing a last letter   while I wait for my end   and I am still wondering   how did I come into this land      they even can say I'm a witch   I never even touched this stuff   they always ask me to confess   now I see i'm not so tough      I'm afraid of the torture   so I sit in agony   dont know what I should do   I would confess to get free      CHORUS:   You will hang on the big black tree   said the hangman right to me   at the crossing of the two dark ways   so you better enjoy your last days