Most don't recognize these parts of land
Most forget that this was where they heard the cry of a man
They say he had no eyes or a soul

He was just...the man who cried.

Round these parts there circle tales of his life
That he was tortured, so he murdered his wife
They say he had no eyes or a soul

He was just...the man who cried.

They say he brutal, brutal than most and so;
He was hanged.
Down by that banyan tree, with three. Of his, ol'friends;

They say he never twitched,
He never said a word.
But the men who did, were forbid of breath,
Which they couldn't afford.

And they died and they were brought back down but not the fourth mate
He said with a smile, as he stayed there a while that he had yet to meet his fate.

And for the years that flew by swift he never felt the ground
And in the winds that blew and spin, his corpse twirled around

But every night when folks walk down that path,
They said they heard a howling cry.
They had known not that it was not a ghost,
Cause it was no one but the man who cried.

He cried for help and for his death even when he died.
And when his corpse wilted away, his howls stayed by.
As his soul is caged in that skull, he yearns for death.
But he never leaves here, for he never touched the Earth.

So stay away from that tree, after twilight. For what you will hear, will only be the call of the man who cried.
He still looms there, like death's loyal pet. And for once in a while,

You will, hear. The. Man who cried. You will, hear. Me. As I cry.

[ Short Lines - The Man Who Cried ]