Out in the wood Where the autumn leaves Lie listless in the wind On a granite tor The deserted moor Where the gallows stand
And the tears that fell from your face Cursed the ground of this place By the hanging tree
And I wish I could be free From the shadows dancing over me Maybe I could see Through the darkness to appoint of light My eyes will be opened tonight By the hanging tree
Seasons come And seasons go But there are no leaves to show