Lost River
Written by
Michael Martin Murphy
Recorded by Frank McKinnon

LYRICS

There's a lost river that flows in a valley where no one goes; where the wild water's rush rumbles deep in the hush. I'm 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 bell, my fleur de lis, to where the lost river winds in the shadow of the pines

Now, every body 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 firewood's all stacked. Oh, Quebec girl, go with me, oh my bell, my fleur de lis, to where the lost river winds in the shadow of the pines.

Oh, lost river, far over the 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 bell, my fleur de lis, to where the lost river winds in the shadow of the pines.

To where the lost river winds in the shadow of the pines.

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Frank McKinnon:
Guitar
Vocal

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