Moody River

(альбом: Our Man Down South - 1962)

Moody River more deadly
Than the natalest night
Moody River your muddy water
Took my baby's life

Last Saturday evening
I came to the old oak tree
That 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 natalest night
Moody River your muddy water
Took my baby's life

I looked into the muddy water
And what could I see
I saw a lonely, lonely face
Just looking back at me

Tears in his eyes
And the prayer on his lips
And the glove of his lost love
At his fingertips

Moody River more deadly
Than the natalest night
Moody River your muddy water
Took my baby's life...