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Peter Hollens

Come Little Children / The Hanging Tree

 

Come Little Children / The Hanging Tree


Come little children I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children the times come to play
Here in my garden of shadows

Follow sweet children I'll show thee the way
Through all the pain and the sorrows
Weep not poor children for life is this way
Murdering beauty and passion

Are you, are you coming to the tree?
They strung up a man they say who murdered three
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight in the hanging tree

Hush now dear children it must be this way
To weary of life and deceptions

Strange things did happen here
No stranger it would be
If we met at midnight in the hanging tree
(Into the calm and the quite)

Are you, are you coming to the tree
Through all the pain and the sorrows
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight in the hanging tree

Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be if we met at midnight in the hanging tree
(Weep not poor children for life is this way murdering beauty and passion)

Are you, are you coming to the tree
Where dead man called out for his love to flee
Come little children the times come to play here in my garden of shadows
Come little children I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment
Come little children the times come to play
Here in my garden of shadows
(Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be if we met at midnight in the hanging tree)

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