Ten years ago on a cool dark night. There was someone killed 'neath the town hall light. There were few at the scene but they all agreed. That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me. Well the judge said "Son what is your alibi?. If you were somewhere else then you won't have to die". I spoke not a word although it meant my life. For I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife. She walks these hills in a long black veil. She visits my grave when the night winds wail. Nobody knows good Lord nobody sees. Nobody knows but me. Well the sky goes high and eternity's near. She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear. But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans. In a long black veil she cries all night long. She walks these hills in a long black veil. She visits my grave when the night winds wail. Nobody knows good Lord nobody sees. Nobody knows but me. Nobody knows but me. Nobody knows but me