Lydia Whitcomb January 30, 2015 Oh, the scaffold is high, and eternity's near She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear But late at night, when the north wind blows In a long black veil, she cries over my bones She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me #CASHbeforebed Lydia Whitcomb January 30, 2015 via Instagram http://bit.ly/1wH0rw6
