[Verse 1]
The gallows tree stood stark and tall
Against the London sky
A crow sat perched
It watched us all
As Anne prepared to die

[Verse 2]
They said she stole a silver locket
From a gentleman of means
A bauble tucked inside her pocket
Disturbing all their dreams

[Chorus]
Oh
Black-Eyed Anne
With hair like night
The cold wind bit your cheek
No mercy found in morning light
No gentle word to speak

[Verse 3]
Her mother wept
A silent plea
Her father
Stoic
Grim
The parish priest
He turned to flee
No solace offered him

[Bridge]
The crowd
It murmured
Then grew still
A hush fell on the square
A final breath
A shiver
Chill
A whisper in the air

[Chorus]
Oh
Black-Eyed Anne
With hair like night
The cold wind bit your cheek
No mercy found in morning light
No gentle word to speak