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