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