There have been many tales Tainted by twisted by time...
Some choose to forget Yet it still Weaves webs in their minds....
And it seems like she's been here Her branches 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 They used her strength To help them steal lives away...
And witnessed the sadness and sorrow To this day she still doesn't know why And heart broke When they came with the rope To declare her the old hanging tree...
Life stranger than fiction Can you want to cry Roots could never stop her From reaching for the sky... Those years have all past Lucky for us lucky her... Now, children play at her feet And in her arms she cradles birds... And it seems she's been here forever These days are best that she's seen But somewhere in the Of her mind Is the time She was known as the old hanging tree...