There have been many tales   Tainted by truth twisted by time...      Some choose to forget   Yet it still   Weaves webs in their minds....      And it seems like she's been here forever   Her branches as black as the seas   She's been through it all   By the luck of the draw   She became the old hanging tree...      She asked for nothing   Except maybe   A little rain...   They used her strength   To help them steal lives away...      And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow   To this day she still doesn't know why   And her heart broke   When they came with the rope   To declare her the old hanging tree...      Life stranger than fiction   Can make you want to cry   Roots could never stop her   From reaching for the sky...      Those years have all past   Lucky for us lucky for her...   Now, children play at her feet   And in her arms she cradles birds...   And it seems she's been here forever   But these days are the best that she's seen      Still somewhere in the back   Of her mind   Is the time   She was known as the old hanging tree...      Yes, somewhere in the back   Of her mind   Is the time   She was known as the old hanging tree...