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