Ten years ago on a cold dark night Someone was killed 'neath the town hall lights There were few at the scene, but they all agreed That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me 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's near She stood in the crowd, and shed not a tear But sometimes at night, when the cold wind moans In a long black veil, she cries over 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 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, though it meant my life I'd been in the arms of my best friends wife Now 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, nobody sees Nobody knows, but me

In the end As you fade into the night (Woo-oh-oh-oh) Who will tell the story of your life? In the end As my soul's laid to rest What is left of my body Or am I just a shell? And I have fought And with flesh and blood, I commanded an army Through it all I have given my heart for a moment of glory (I gave it all) In the end As you fade into the night (Woo-oh-oh-oh) Who will tell the story of your life And who will remember your last goodbye (Woo-oh-oh-oh) 'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to die (I'm not afraid) (I'm not afraid to die) Born a saint But with every sin, I still wanna be holy I will live again Who we are Isn't how we live we are more than our bodies If I fall I will rise back up and relive my glory In the end As you fade into the night (Woo-oh-oh-oh) Who will tell the story of your life And who will remember your last goodbye (Woo-oh-oh-oh) 'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to die In the end As you fade into the night (Woo-oh-oh-oh) Who will tell the story of your life And who will remember your last goodbye (Woo-oh-oh-oh) 'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to die Who will remember this last goodbye (Woo-oh-oh-oh) 'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to die (I'm not afraid) (I'm not afraid to die) (I'm not afraid) (I'm not afraid to die)

Come all you good, kind people While I've got money to spend Tomorrow might be Monday And I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend When I've got plenty of money, good people My friends are all standing around Just as soon as my pocketbook is empty Not a friend on this earth can be found The last time I seen that dear woman, good people She had a wine glass in her hand She's a-drinking down her troubles With a lowdown, sorry, no good man My daddy told me a plenty good people And my momma she told me more Said son if you don't quit your rowdy ways You'll have trouble at your door All around this old jailhouse this evening, good people Forty dollars will pay my fine Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boy Pretty women look trump in my mind If I'd a-listened to my momma, good people I would not be here today But a-drinking and a-shooting and a-gambling At home I cannot stay Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people Make it deep in that cold, cold ground Come gather around all you kind friends And see this poor rounder go down

Oh the Summer time is coming And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go... And we'll al lgo together To pull wild mountain thyme From around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go I will build my love a bower Near yon pure crystal fountain And on it I will pile All the flowers of the mountain Will ye go lassie go... And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme From around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go If my true love she were gone I will surely find no other Where wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go... And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme From around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go