The Wind Weeps Eleanor

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There's a land of fog and shadow way down below
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Where every door is sinking 'neath cold white snow
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And the lake is frozen over, nothing never grows
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Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I  go

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I stole a Foster rifle and a fist of shells
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Fashioned me a snowshoe when the wagons fell
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Then drank a fit of courage down the broken path to Hell
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Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I  go

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The belly of the mountain is cruel and long
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With a banjo on my shoulder, I carried on
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To beseech the Devil's mercy with a mortal song
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Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I  go

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I found him in a cabin at the serpent's tail
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Where brides of lovesick travelers fill a winter  jail
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There I sang my words so sweetly that the Devil did wail
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Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I  go

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"Look not behind thee, laddie," he bellowed twice
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"Look not behind thee, laddie, there be  a price"
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But I turned to bear her witness and she turned to ice
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Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I  go

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He broke her into pieces as he waved his claw
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She fell upon his kettle and began to  thaw
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Not a devil there before me, but a man I saw
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Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I  go

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I carved a Foster bullet with the Mark of Cain
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I lifted up my rifle, but the Devil  ran
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In the land that God abandoned, murder be my name
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Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I  go
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Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I  go

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