Lyric discussion by backy 

it was just before the moon hung her weary, heavy hating the gallows and the graves hold the milky, milky cradle his tears HAVE TURNED TO poppies a shimmer in the midnight a flower in the twilight a flower in the twilight

and I was screaming it's in his screaming I was screaming near the willow

they took him to the gallows, he fought them all the way though and when they asked us how we knew his name we died just before him her eyes are in the flowers her hands are in the branches her voice is in the breezes

and I was screaming it's in his screaming I was screaming near the willow trees

we're waiting by the willow her milky, milky cradle her lock it's long and roasted HIS PICTURE WORN AND WEATHERED her hair is in the garden her voice is in the ? her RULES are in the blossoms her eyes are in the branches

and I was screaming it's in THIS screaming OUR screaming near the willow trees

I was screaming it's in his screaming I was screaming near the willow trees

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