There have been many tales
   Tainted by truth twisted by time...
  
   Some choose to forget
   Yet it still
   Waves 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 dawn
   She became the old hanging tree...
  
   She asked for nothing
   Except maybe
   A little rain...
   They used her strength
   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 declaire 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 seeems she's been here forever
   These days are the best that she's seen
   But somewere in the back
   Of her min
   Is the time
   She was known as the old hanging tree...