There have been many tales
Tainted by truth twisted by time
Some choose to forget
Yet it still
Weaves webs in their minds
And it seems like sheÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's been here forever
Her branches as black as the seas
SheÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's been through it all
By the luck of the draw
She became the old hanging treeÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
She asked for nothing
Except maybe
A little rainÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
They used her strength
To help them steal lives awayÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow
To this day she still doesnÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't know why
And her heart broke
When they came with the rope
To declare her the old hanging treeÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
Life stranger than fiction
Can make you want to cry
Roots could never stop her
From reaching for the skyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
Those years have all past
Lucky for us lucky for her..
Now, children play at her feet
And in her arms she cradles birdsÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
And it seems sheÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's been here forever
These days are the best that sheÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's seen
But somewhere in the back
Of her mind
Is the time
She was known as the old hanging treeÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ