Liqeia

In 1969 
  I killed a man of mine 
  in a small montana town 
  I was hunted down by hounds 
  hear the light has cried 
  their voices dry and hollow 
  hear the crowd cheer 
  they cheer me to the gallows 
  In 1985 
  I was doing time alive 
  I made a plan to escape 
  and live as the lady of the lake 
  hear the crowd of ghosts 
  their voices dry and holow 
  can't you hear their calls? 
  they cheer me to the gallows 
  1995 
  was the year I came up for trial 
  I listened to his song 
  and watched the sun make the shadows long 
  hear the light have cried 
  his voices is dry and hollow 
  hear the crowd call 
  they cheer me to the gallows 
  hear the light called 
  his voices is dry and follow 
  hear the light have called 
  in a voice that's hollow