[00:07.19]When she had twenty years, well she turned to her mother
[00:13.68]Saying mother, I know that you'll grieve
[00:20.45]But I've given my soul to st john the gambler
[00:27.24]Tomorrow comes time to leave
[00:33.58]For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
[00:40.27]And dead men lie deep 'round the door
[00:46.95]The only salvation that's mine for the asking
[00:53.63]So mother, think on me no more
[01:00.17]And winter held high round the mountains' breast
[01:06.84]And the cold of a thousand snows
[01:13.32]Lay heaped upon the forest's leaf
[01:20.01]But she dressed in calico
[01:26.45]For a gambler likes his women fancy
[01:33.73]Fancy she would be
[01:39.58]And the fire of her longing would keep way the cold
[01:46.20]And her dress was a sight to see
[01:52.86]But the road was long beneath the feet
[01:59.59]She followed her frozen breath
[02:06.02]In search of a certain st john the gambler
[02:12.76]Stumbling to her death
[02:19.89]She heard his laughter right down from the mountains
[02:25.84]And danced with her mother's tears
[02:32.47]To a funeral drawn of calico
[02:39.05]'neath the cross of twenty years
[02:45.68]To a funeral drawn of calico
[02:52.06]'neath the cross of twenty years