Emiline

Sung by Dan & Bessie Cue: “Here’s a little story from a few years back ‘bout a mine not too far from here.” (Bessie) Down by the creek, there’s a cold wind blows For to tell the tale of the Elk Branch Load And the men who worked the Adelson Mine And their lovely Rose, Sweet Emiline (Dan) She was a dark-haired beauty of Gypsy blood Nearly floated over them boulders and mud And there was not a man, smitten by gold Who wouldn’t give his share, her hand to hold (Dan & Bessie) Grab that fiddle get the bow, darlin’ don’t say no Take me for a spin in the early moonlight, my sweet Emiline Soar up high fall down low, darlin’ don’t you know I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline (Dan) For six long months they toiled by day That hillside gave each man his pay But at night the aspen swayed in time As each man took his turn with Emiline (Bessie) And when Emiline begins to dance She’ll spin you into a powerful trance You’ll wake up there on the cold, hard floor Her name on your lips and hungry for more (Dan & Bessie) Grab that fiddle get the bow, darlin’ don’t say no Take me for a spin in the early moonlight, my sweet Emiline Soar up high fall down low, darlin’ don’t you know I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline (Bessie) Now stories are told of sirens and maids Who steal men’s hearts and make them slaves Well, in the seventh month she stole the mine— All the gold, the men, and the pale moonshine (Dan) That’s why there’s nothing left but water and stone And a wooden sluice all bleached to bone Yes, but she still haunts that hidden glade Every time the aspen tremble and sway (Dan & Bessie) Grab that fiddle get the bow, darlin’ don’t say no Take me for a spin in the early moonlight, my sweet Emiline Soar up high fall down low, darlin’ don’t you know I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline (Dan) There’s a lesson in this sorrowful rhyme: Beware the creek at evening time, (Bessie) Young man, beware the glitter and the shine And the lovely dance of sweet Emiline (Dan & Bessie) Grab that fiddle get the bow, darlin’ don’t say no Take me for a spin in the early moonlight, my sweet Emiline Soar up high fall down low, darlin’ don’t you know I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline Soar up high fall down low, darlin’ don’t you know I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline Down by the creek, there’s a cold wind that blows