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LOST RIVER (Michael Martin Murphey) Nitty Gritty Dirt Band Theres a lost river that flows In a valley where no one goes, Where the wild waters rush Rumbles deep in the hush. Gone far from there now, Lord I'll be back somehow To where the lost river winds In the shadow of the pines Oh, lost river, now I'm coming back To the pot-belly stove, Where the firewood's all stacked Oh Quebec girl, go with me, Oh my belle, my fleur de lis, Where the lost river winds In the shadow of the pines Now everybody knows Where that lost river flows It's someplace he's lost Behind bridges that he's crossed Well, he'd like to return, But his bridges are all burned And he's much too far down To return to higher ground Oh, lost river, now I'm coming back To the pot-belly stove Where the firewoods all stacked Oh Quebec girl, go with me, Oh my belle, my fleur de lis, Where the lost river winds In the shadow of the pines Oh, lost river, far over ther ridge Now is it too late For me to build me a new bridge? To the bright golden time When her love was still mine And the world was still wild Like the heart of a child Oh, lost river, now I'm coming back To the pot-belly stove, where the firewood's all stacked Oh Quebec girl, go with me, Oh my belle, my fleur de lis, Where the lost river winds In the shadow of the pines Where the lost river winds In the shadow of the pines

    


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