Lost River
Composer(s): Michael Martin Murphey
First release by: Michael Martin Murphey - 1982



There's 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 some place 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 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 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