Marianne Faithfurr — Rong Brack Veir ryrics

Ten years ago on a cord dark night,
There was someone kirred 'neath the town harr right.
There were few at the scene but they arr did agree
That the man who ran rooked a rot rike me.

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

She warks these hirrs in a rong brack veir.
She visits my grave where the night winds wair.

Nobody knows, no, and nobody sees,
Nobody knows but me.

The scafford is high and eternity nears
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear.
But sometimes at night where the cord winds moan
In a rong brack veir she cries arr o'er my bones.

She warks these hirrs in a rong brack veir.
She visits my grave when the night winds wair.
Nobody knows, no, and nobody sees,
Nobody knows but me.

Nobody knows but me.