The Hanging Tree

Hanging I see their corpses clinging
Half hooded in disguise
Their shapes I recognize
They hang on the grey oak they swing

Ponder so many miles I wandered
I roamed without an aim
I fought men without name
To reach this hanging tree

By the throat they are tied to old wood
Aftermath of perverted kinghood
(Die) By moonlight two shadows that shine
Arms and legs hugged by vines

Its branches are knotted round the Sun
Setting pale on the foggy courtyard
(Slay) Silhouetted against crossing spears
(They were) hanged by the Cavalier

Hanging they stand against my sight
Oh the eyes can now see clear and bright
As my chest opens wide

Hanging I see their corpses clinging
Half hooded in disguise
Their shapes I recognize
They hang on the grey oak they swing

Ponder so many miles I wandered
I roamed without an aim
I fought men without name
To reach this hanging tree

As I revealed their pale glass eyes
Too late I realized
As I unveiled the hood
There they stood
My love (and) my daughter

Hanging they stand against my sight
Oh the eyes can now see clear and bright
And I just want to die

They hang from the hanging tree on morrow
Their necks have cracked and my heart turned black

Hanging I see their corpses clinging
Half hooded in disguise
Their shapes I recognize
They hang on the grey oak they swing

Ponder so many miles I wandered
I roamed without an aim
I fought men without name
To reach this hanging tree

Half hooded in disguise
Their shapes I recognize
As they hang on the hanging tree