One, two, three, four Far beyond the valley low The morning mist does rise A town inside it stands and waits The shade now in their eyes The guilty ones, they hang their heads And hide their sins away And through the crowd a whispered song Has fallen down to stay Widow maker sing to me Hand me down my misery Widow maker turn away Show them why they've come today The day moves by The price was payed Another soul is gone Over morning no one speaks But still it anchors on And up upon the gallow's hill Among the crying words A silent body's waiting there You still can hear those words Widow maker sing to me Hand me down my misery Widow maker turn away Show them why they've come today