I searched for gold, and I found my gold,
and I found a girl who loved just me,
and I wished that I could love her, too
but I left my heart on the hanging tree,
left my heart with a memory,
and my faded dreams on the hanging tree.
Now there were men who craved my gold,
and meant to take my gold from me,
where man is gone he needs no gold,
so they carried me to the hanging tree,
to join my dreams and a memory,
yes, they carried me to the hanging tree.
To really live you must almost die,
and it happened just that way with me,
they took my gold and set me free,
and I walked away from the hanging tree,
I walked away from the hanging tree,
and my own true love, she walked with me.
That's when I knew that the hanging tree,
is the tree of life, new life for me,
the tree of hope, new hope for me,
the tree of love, new love for me,
the hanging tree.
I came to town to search for gold,
and I brought with me a memory;
and I seemed to hear the night winds cry,
go hang your dreams on the hanging tree,
your dreams of love that will never be,
hang your faded dreams on the hanging tree.
Marty Robbins
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