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  • When she had twenty years, well she turned to her mother
    Saying mother, I know that you'll grieve
    But I've given my soul to st john the gambler
    Tomorrow comes time to leave
    For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
    And dead men lie deep 'round the door
    The only salvation that's mine for the asking
    So mother, think on me no more
    And winter held high round the mountains' breast
    And the cold of a thousand snows
    Lay heaped upon the forest's leaf
    But she dressed in calico
    For a gambler likes his women fancy
    Fancy she would be
    And the fire of her longing would keep way the cold
    And her dress was a sight to see
    But the road was long beneath the feet
    She followed her frozen breath
    In search of a certain st john the gambler
    Stumbling to her death
    She heard his laughter right down from the mountains
    And danced with her mother's tears
    To a funeral drawn of calico
    'neath the cross of twenty years
    To a funeral drawn of calico
    'neath the cross of twenty years
  • [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