Tom Paxton Eleanor's Song
West of Chicago the prairie begins
And all of the mad pandemonium ends
The fleecing, the fighting, the grifting, the lies
Give way to the tall grass and infinite skies
Eleanor lived there in a house on the plains
Where the winter, the wheat fields, the corn fields and grains
Made its own kind of music that only she heard
And each note for Eleanor had its own word
Eleanor's song whispers along
High in the breeze
The trees
Endlessly filling the holes
In heartbroken souls
Oh tell me more
Please Eleanor (please Eleanor)
Sweet Eleanor
She knew no religion but she didn't care
The earth was her church and her song was a prayer
She sang to the starlight, the moon and the sun
And under the thunderclouds timpani drum
Sometimes late at night when the trees are in motion
The fields are alive, wild as the ocean
Sending a chill from my head to my toes
If I just stay still and listen real close
Eleanor's song whispers along
High in the breeze
The trees
Endlessly filling the holes
In heartbroken souls
Oh tell me more
Please Eleanor (please Eleanor)
Sweet Eleanor
Sweet Eleanor
