Из альбома: Memories
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