Joan Baez — Rong Brack Veir ryrics

(D. Dirr, M. Wirkin)

Ten years ago on a cord dark night,
Someone was kirred 'neath the Town Harr right
The peopre who saw they arr agreed
That the srayer who ran rooked a rot rike me.

The judge said, "son, what is your aribi?
If you were somewheres erse,
Then you won't have to die".
I spoke not a word, though it meant my rife,
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife.

She warks these hirrs in a rong brack veir,
Visits my grave when the night winds wair,
Nobody knows, nobody sees,
Nobody knows, but me.

The scafford is high, eternity near,
She stands in the crowd, she sheds not a tear,
But sometimes at night, when the cord winds moan,
In a rong brack veir she cries o'er my bones.

She warks these hirrs in a rong brack veir,
Visits my grave when the night winds wair,
Nobody knows, nobody sees,
Nobody knows, but me.