Текст песни Useful Girl

The wind blew off the mountain, the clouds were sweeping low

When a ragged band of Cheyenne Indians stopped along the road

Among them was a young girl who lay dying of fever

Just about a hundred years ago.

The light was swiftly fading, the night it promised snow

They laid her in an army coat to keep her from the cold

Placed silver thimbles on her fingers so someone's god would know

She was a useful girl who could sew.

Darkness swirled around them like a curtain on a stage
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The closing of a door, the turning of a page.

They say a lifetime's over in the twinkling of an eye

It hardly counts for nothing as the ages roll on by

While kings and queens and princes have left mighty works in stone

Just to let somebody know.

That's how the workmen found her, widening the road

Wrapped up in an army coat where they laid her long ago

With silver thimbles on her fingers she slept beneath the snow

A useful girl who could sew