Hanging Tree

Lyrics
In the North country town Just a few miles from the corner of the land The youngest rich fool Had his call stands as high as a man In every village round The tree stands tall and serene Glad the tree could never tell Of the pain and the torment it'd see Be a long longing tale Starting in the 15th century See a man run through the wood And in his ear rang the cry "Sorcery" The flashing of the torches The clanging of the church bells When he caught him, he was hung There was no time and story to tell And now the tree stands forlorn No one will ever know the pain and anguish it's caused All through the centuries it stood The only hanging tree in the wood So come on all you strong men Round and round, left no hand Put your strength into the stalk Put your power into the paint and clear the land Cut off the branches Sever the roots, tear off the bell We'll burn all the rest And put the land back under the plow Then carry the drum Interject the power it holds And with the axe and the plane The tree's good wood we will hold And then every village round The people, they will be told To come in the spring And dance around the Mayberry pole And now the tree stands no more No one will ever know the pain and anguish it's caused All through the centuries it stood The only hanging tree in the wood
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Credits
- Writers
- Bram Tchaikovsky
- Jim Roper