There's a shadow on the mountain where the gallows rise

Rope sways gentle neath the crow-filled sky Every boy born here hears the hangman's call

Every girl grows old by the gallows wall Down in the gallows the wind won't sleep

The dirt keeps secrets that the roots can't keep If you walk that road, better walk it slow

For the rope still hangs where the dead still swing

I was seven years old when I saw him swing A neighbor's son for a stolen ring

Mama told me, child, don't you stare too long But I swore I heard the rope hum a funeral song

Down in the gallows the wind won't sleep The dirt keeps secrets that the roots can't keep

If you walk that road, better walk it slow For the rope still hangs where the dead swing

The pine trees bend like a crowd in prayer Each knot in the wood is a soul caught there

Even the preacher won't pass that bend He says the gallows start where the sermons end

Down in the gallows the wind won't sleep The dirt keeps secrets that the roots can't keep

One day I'll hang with the rest I know For the rope still swings where the dead men go

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