Lost River

(Michael Martin Murphey)

Timberwolf Music, Inc.

There's a lost river that flows

In the valley when no one goes

Where the wild waters rush

Almost deep in the hush

Oh, I'm far from it now

Lord I'll get back somehow

Where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines

 

Chorus:

Oh, Lost River

Now I'm comin' back

To the potbellied stove

Where the firewood's all stacked

Ah, Quebec girl, go with me

You're my belle, my fleur-de-lis

Where the Lost River winds

In the shadow of the pines

 

Well, everybody knows

Where that lost river flows

It's some place he's lost

Behind the bridges that he crossed

He'd like to return

But the bridges are all burned

And he's much too far down

To return to higher ground

 

Oh, Lost River

Far over the ridge

Now is it too late for me

To build me a new bridge

To the bright golden times

When her love was still mine

And the world was still white

Like the heart of a child

 

Note of Interest:

Many questions have been asked about this line in the song --

Ah, Quebec girl, go with me

You're my belle, my fleur-de-lis

~ Perhaps this will help explain things -- Michael's wife, Mary, was from Canadaa ~

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