Come Little Children / The Hanging Tree Peter Hollens (Ft. Bailey Pelkman)

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 three
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