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Okkervil River

Oh, The Wind And Rain

 

Oh, The Wind And Rain


There were two sisters
Come walking down the stream
Oh, the wind and rain
The one behind pushed the other one in
Crying oh, the dreadful wind and rain

Johnny gave the youngest one a gay gold ring
Oh, the wind and rain
Didn't give the oldest one anything
Crying oh, the dreadful wind and rain

Sister, oh sister, give me thy hand
Oh, the wind and rain
You can have Johnny and all his land
Crying oh, the dreadful wind and rain

Sister, I'll not give you my hand
Oh, the wind and rain
And I'll have Johnny and all his land
Crying oh, the dreadful wind and rain

She pushed her into the river to drown
Oh, the wind and rain
Watched her as she floated down
Crying oh, the dreadful wind and rain

She floated 'till she came to a miller's pond
Oh, the wind and rain
And father, oh father, there swims a swan
Crying oh, the dreadful wind and rain

The miller pulled her out with a fishing hook
Oh, the wind and rain
Drew that fair maid from the brook
Crying oh, the dreadful wind and rain

He left her on the banks to dry
Oh, the wind and rain
And a fiddling fool come passing by
Crying oh, the dreadful wind and rain

Out of the woods came a fiddler fair
Oh, the wind and rain
Took seven strands of her long yellow hair
Crying oh, the dreadful wind and rain

And he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair
Oh, the wind and rain
He made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair
Crying oh, the dreadful wind and rain

And he made fiddle pegs of her little finger bones
Oh, the wind and rain
He made fiddle pegs of her little finger bones
Crying oh, the dreadful wind and rain

And he made a little fiddle of her breast bone
Oh, the wind and rain
The sound could melt a heart of stone
Crying oh, the dreadful wind and rain

And the only tune that fiddle would play
Was oh, the wind and rain
The only tune that fiddle would play
Was oh, the dreadful wind and rain

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