Текст песни Come Little Children / The Hanging Tree - Peter Hollens , Bailey Pelkman

Come little children, I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children, the time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadows
Follow sweet children, I'show thee the way
Through all the pain and the sorrows
Weep not poor children, for life is this way
Murdering beauty and passions
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
They strung up a man
They say who murdered three
Strange things did happend 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 live and deceptions
Strange things did happend here
No stranger it would be
If we met at midnight in the
Hanging tree
(Into the calm and the quiet)
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Through all the pain and sorrow?
Strange things did happend here
No stranger it would be
If we met at midnight in the hanging tree
(Murdering beauty and passions)
Strange things did happend here,
No stranger it would be
(Weep not poor children, for life is this way)
If we met at midnight in the hanging tree
(Murdering beauty and passions)
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where a dead man called out
For his love to flee
Come little children, the time's 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 time's come to play
(Strange things did happend here, no stranger would it be)
Here in my garden of shadows
(If we met at midnight in the hanging tree)