Marijohn Wilkin/Danny Dill

Ten years ago on a cold, dark night there was someone killed in the Townhall light
There were few at the scene but they all agreed that the slayer who ran looked a lot like me
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 for I'd been in the arms of my best friend's 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 was high and eternity 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 o'er 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 Nobody knows but me