Moody River

Last Saturday evening

I came to the old oak tree

It stands beside the river

Where you were to meet meOn the ground your glove I found

With a note addressed to me

And it read, "Dear Love, I've done you wrong

Now I must set you free"Moody River, more deadly

Than the vainest knife

Moody River, your muddy waters

Took my baby's lifeLooked into your muddy water

And what did I see

I saw a lonely, lonely man

Just looking back at meTears in his eyes

And a prayer on his lips

And with the glove of his lost love

There at his finger tipsMoody River, more deadly

Than the vainest knife

Moody River, your muddy waters

Took my baby's lifeMoody River, your muddy waters

Took my baby's life