Gallows

[00:25.87] It was just before the moon hung
[00:30.94] Her weary heavy head in
[00:35.47] The gallows and the graves of
[00:39.77] The milky milky cradle
[00:44.18] His tears have turned to poppies
[00:49.23] A shimmer in the midnight
[00:53.03] A flower in the twilight
[00:57.58] A flower in the twilight
[01:01.16] And our screaming
[01:05.02] Is in his screaming
[01:10.47] Our screaming in the willow
[01:19.42] They took him to the gallows
[01:23.96] He fought them all the way though
[01:28.20] And when they asked us how we knew his name
[01:37.07] We died just before him
[01:41.63] Our eyes are in the flowers
[01:46.06] Our hands are in the branches
[01:50.36] Our voices in the breezes
[01:54.01] And our screaming
[01:58.09] Is in his screaming
[02:04.13] Our screaming in the willow tree
[02:42.42] We're waiting by the willow
[02:51.87] Our milky milky cradle
[02:56.72] Our lockets long have rusted
[03:01.43] His picture worn and weathered
[03:05.84] Our hair is in the garden
[03:10.43] The roses in our toeses
[03:14.79] Our heart are in the blossoms
[03:19.29] Our eyes are in the branches
[03:22.99] And our screaming
[03:27.06] Is in his screaming
[03:32.06] Our screaming in the willow tree
[03:40.83] And our screaming
[03:45.04] Is in his screaming
[03:49.54] Our screaming in the willow tree
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