The Wind Weeps Eleanor

There's a land of fog and shadow way down below

Where every door is sinking 'neath cold white snow

And the lake is frozen over, nothing never grows

Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I go

I stole a Foster rifle and a fist of shells

Fashioned me a snowshoe when the wagons fell

Then drank a fit of courage down the broken path to Hell

Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I go

The belly of the mountain is cruel and long

With a banjo on my shoulder, I carried on

To beseech the Devil's mercy with a mortal song

Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I go

I found him in a cabin at the serpent's tail

Where brides of lovesick travelers fill a winter jail

There I sang my words so sweetly that the Devil did wail

Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I go

Look not behind thee, laddie, he bellowed twice

Look not behind thee, laddie, there be a price

But I turned to bear her witness and she turned to ice

Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I go

He broke her into pieces as he waved his claw

She fell upon his kettle and began to thaw

Not a devil there before me, but a man I saw

Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I go

I carved a Foster bullet with the Mark of Cain

I lifted up my rifle, but the Devil ran

In the land that God abandoned, murder be my name

Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I go

Where the wind weeps Eleanor, 'tis there I go