Moody River

Moody River, more deadly

Than the vainest knife

Moody River, your muddy water

Took my baby's life

Last Saturday evening

Came to the old oak tree

It stands beside the river

Where you were to meet me

On the ground your glove

I found With a note addressed to me

It read "Dear Love, I've done you wrong, Now I must set you free"

No longer can

I live With this hurt and this sin

I just couldn't tell you

That guy was just a friend

Moody River, more deadly

Than the vainest knife

Moody River, your muddy water

Took my baby's life

I looked into the muddy waters

And what did

I see I saw a lonely, lonely face

Just looking back at me

Tears in his eyes

Ang a prayer on his lips

And the glove of his lost love

At his finger tips

Moody River, more deadly

Than the vainest knife

Moody River, your muddy water

Took my baby's life