The Hanging Tre (El Árbol Del Ahorcado) - Marty Robbins

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.

I searched for gold, and I found my gold

And I found a girl who loved just me