There have been many tales Tainted by twisted by time...
Some choose to forget Yet it still webs in their minds....
And it seems like she's been here forever Her branches as black as the seas She's through it all By the luck of the draw She became the old hanging tree...
She 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 day she still doesn't know why And her heart broke When they came with the rope To declare her the old hanging tree...
stranger than fiction Can make you want to cry Roots could never stop her From reaching for the Those years have all past Lucky for us for her... Now, children play at her feet And in her arms she cradles And it seems she's been here forever These days are the best that she's seen But somewhere in the back Of her mind Is time She was known as the old hanging tree...