Eleanor's Song - Tom Paxton

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