[00:27.53]it was just before the moon hung
[00:31.53]her weary, heavy hating
[00:35.53]the gallows and the graves hold
[00:40.53]the milky, milky cradle
[00:44.53]his tears have turned to poppies
[00:49.53]a shimmer in the midnight
[00:53.53]a flower in the twilight
[01:01.53]and her screaming,is in his screaming
[01:10.53]her screaming in the willow
[01:20.53]they took him to the gallows
[01:24.53]he fought them all the way though
[01:28.53]and when they asked us how we knew his name
[01:37.53]we died just before him
[01:42.53]her eyes are in the flowers
[01:46.53]her hands are in the branches
[01:50.53]her voice is in the breezes
[01:54.53]and her screaming
[01:58.53]is in his screaming
[02:04.53]her screaming in the willow tree
[02:42.53]we're waiting by the willow
[02:50.53]her milky, milky cradle
[02:56.53]her lock it's long and roasted
[03:01.53]his picture worn and weathered
[03:05.53]her hair is in the garden
[03:09.53]her roses in the toeses
[03:14.53]her rules are in the blossoms
[03:18.53]her eyes are in the branches
[03:23.53]and her screaming
[03:27.53]is in his screaming
[03:31.53]her screaming in the willow tree
[03:43.53]and her screaming
[03:50.53]her screaming in the willow tree