| Song | Hanging Tree |
| Artist | Desmond Dekker |
| Album | Rudy Got Soul: The Complete Early Years 1963-1968 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hanging Tree ;) | |
| 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 she's been here forever | |
| Her branches as black as the seas | |
| She's been through it all | |
| By the luck of the draw | |
| She became the old hanging tree… | |
| She asked for nothing | |
| Except maybe | |
| A little rain… | |
| They used her strength | |
| To help them steal lives away… | |
| And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow | |
| To this day she still doesn't know why | |
| But her heart broke | |
| When they came with the rope | |
| To declare her the old hanging tree… | |
| Life stranger then fiction | |
| Can make you want to cry | |
| Roots could never stop her | |
| From reaching for the sky… | |
| Life stranger then fiction | |
| Can make you want to cry | |
| Roots could never stop her | |
| From reaching for the sky… | |
| Those years have all past | |
| Lucky for us lucky for her… | |
| Now, children play at her feet | |
| And in her arms she cradles birds… | |
| And it seems she's been here forever | |
| These days are the best that she's seen | |
| But somewhere in the back | |
| Of her mind | |
| Is the time | |
| She was known as the old hanging tree… |
| Hanging Tree | |
| 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 she' s been here forever | |
| Her branches as black as the seas | |
| She' s been through it all | |
| By the luck of the draw | |
| She became the old hanging tree | |
| She asked for nothing | |
| Except maybe | |
| A little rain | |
| They used her strength | |
| To help them steal lives away | |
| And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow | |
| To this day she still doesn' t know why | |
| But her heart broke | |
| When they came with the rope | |
| To declare her the old hanging tree | |
| Life stranger then fiction | |
| Can make you want to cry | |
| Roots could never stop her | |
| From reaching for the sky | |
| Life stranger then fiction | |
| Can make you want to cry | |
| Roots could never stop her | |
| From reaching for the sky | |
| Those years have all past | |
| Lucky for us lucky for her | |
| Now, children play at her feet | |
| And in her arms she cradles birds | |
| And it seems she' s been here forever | |
| These days are the best that she' s seen | |
| But somewhere in the back | |
| Of her mind | |
| Is the time | |
| She was known as the old hanging tree |
| Hanging Tree | |
| 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 she' s been here forever | |
| Her branches as black as the seas | |
| She' s been through it all | |
| By the luck of the draw | |
| She became the old hanging tree | |
| She asked for nothing | |
| Except maybe | |
| A little rain | |
| They used her strength | |
| To help them steal lives away | |
| And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow | |
| To this day she still doesn' t know why | |
| But her heart broke | |
| When they came with the rope | |
| To declare her the old hanging tree | |
| Life stranger then fiction | |
| Can make you want to cry | |
| Roots could never stop her | |
| From reaching for the sky | |
| Life stranger then fiction | |
| Can make you want to cry | |
| Roots could never stop her | |
| From reaching for the sky | |
| Those years have all past | |
| Lucky for us lucky for her | |
| Now, children play at her feet | |
| And in her arms she cradles birds | |
| And it seems she' s been here forever | |
| These days are the best that she' s seen | |
| But somewhere in the back | |
| Of her mind | |
| Is the time | |
| She was known as the old hanging tree |