There 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 as black as the seas She's been through it all By luck of the draw She became the old hanging tree...
She asked for nothing Except maybe A little rain... They used strength To help them steal lives away...
And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow To this day she still know why And her heart broke When they came 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 sky... Those years have all past Lucky for lucky for her... Now, children play at her feet And in her arms she cradles birds... And it seems she's been here forever These days the best that she's seen somewhere in the back Of her mind Is the time She was known as the old hanging tree...