The Hanging Tree
When moon touches Earth
and stays for awhile,
you'll see an eerie sight,
a lover and his love-lost
are gathering tonight.
Beneath the bonny apple tree
where most folks take delight,
a groom and his never-bride
are gathering tonight.
When skies scream
and winds whine,
you know what you will find.
Two star-crossed lovers
swaying slightly
just as the day they died.
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