Hanging Me At Dawn

Oh kind mind, I know it has been a while
Since your eyes and lips last met with mine
But I'm writing to tell you my time it ain't long
The law of the land has deemed me to have done wrong

Rather than behind bars I'll be hanging from a noose
So my old companion is on his way to cut me loose
But if he and his mule they don't arrive on time
This may be the last you hear from this heart of mine

Oh kind maid I don't wish to make you week
But I may not be of this Earth one you rise from your sleep
Oh Rosalita, what will become of me?
They're hanging me at dawn and it's for the love of thee

It there is no note tied up to your gate
By the time the cock crows, well it'll be too late
I'll be swinging from a tree, I'll be hanging from a branch
My reseting place will be the old feudal ranch

If that be the case then please go back to the farm
Set the cattle free, set fire to the barn
Take all my belongings and throw them in the late
So when they arrive there's nothing left to take

Oh kind maid I don't wish to make you week
But I may not be of this Earth one you rise from your sleep
Oh Rosalita, what will become of me?
They're hanging me at dawn and it's for the love of thee

Oh kind maid I don't wish to make you week
But I may not be of this Earth one you rise from your sleep
Oh Rosalita, what will become of me?
They're hanging me at dawn and it's for the love of thee

They're hanging me at dawn and it's for the love of thee
They're hanging me at dawn and it's for the love of thee