[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