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