The Hanging Tree (Blind Eye)

They strung a man last night they did:
They say he murdered three.
A man who is that meek and mild,
You know that wouldn't be.
The strangest things been happ'ning here,
and stranger we shall see.
So tell me, will I find you, friend,
Beneath the hanging tree?

They strung a man last night they did:
I fear the next is me.
I cut the man on down I did,
Denied the crows a feast.
I dug a grave of proper depth,
Let worms to have the meat.
You won't believe what happened next:
The dead man spoke to me!

The birds and beasts know when to flee,
You're not as bright as they.
Midnight brings you to this tree,
but soon it will be day.
And when they see what you have done,
There will be hell to pay.
You should have left the crows to pick
And maggots to decay.

The reaper comes to drag asunder
Claim I murdered three.
The last words that I ever uttered:
Lover, won't you flee!
My ghost won't rise another day,
Your eyes, they shouldn't see.
So fly and never turn your gaze
Upon the hanging tree

They strung a man last night they did,
and now they're stringing me.
The devil sleeps within, inside,
They say I murdered three.
The strangest things been happ'ning here,
No man should ever see.
So fly and never turn your gaze
Upon the hanging tree.

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Tried my own version of The Hanging Tree, it seems to have come out even more morbid than the original, mission accomplished I guess *shrug*