Are you coming down.
To the old oak tree.
Where the bodies of the innocent
Sway in the breeze.
Are you coming down.
To the unmarked grave.
Where the most fearful.
Learned to be brave.
Are you coming down.
To where the lost meet at night.
Where the silence is to silent.
And death is alright.
Are you coming down.
To where the ropes are tied.
Where the the breeze flows through the bones.
Where the innocent died.
Are you coming down.
To come stay with me.
Where we will hang forever.
In the hanging tree.
