Hanging Tree

“Come little children,

I’ll take thee away 

into a land of enchantment. 

Come little children,

the time’s come to play

here in my garden of shadows. 

Follow sweet children,

I’ll show thee the way,

through all the pain and the sorrows.

Weep not poor children,

for life is this way,

murdering beauty and passions. 

Are you, are you coming to the tree?

They strung up a man,

they say murdered three. 

Strange things did happened here. 

No stranger would it be 

if we met at midnight in the hanging tree.

Hush now dear children. 

It must be this way. 

Weary of life and deception.

Strange things happened here. 

No stranger would it be 

if we met at midnight in the hanging tree.”