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

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 3
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 quiet)
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
(Murdering beauty and passion)
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)