Interpret:

Blackmore's Night

Album:

Fires At Midnight

There have been many tales 
Tainted by truth twisted by time... 


Some choose to forget 
Yet it still 
Weaves webs in their minds.... 


And it seems like she's been here forever 
Her branches as black as the seas 
She's been through it all 
By the luck of the draw 
She became the old hanging tree... 


She asked for nothing 
Except maybe 
A little rain... 
They used her strenght 
To help them steal lives away... 


And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow 
To this day she still doesn't know why 
And her heart broke 
When they came with the rope 
To declare her the old hanging tree... 


Life stranger than fiction 
Can make you want to cry 
Roots could never stop her 
From reaching for the sky... 


Those years have all past 
Lucky for us lucky for her... 
Now, children play at her feet 
And in her arms she cradles birds... 


And it seems she's been here forever 
These days are the best that she's seen 
But somewhere in the back 
Of her mind 
Is the time 
She was known as the old hanging tree...