Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The River In The Pines, artist - Joan Baez.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
The River In The Pines |
Oh, Mary was a maiden |
When the birds began to sing |
She was sweeter than the blooming rose |
So early in the spring |
Her thoughts were gay and happy |
And the morning gay and fine |
For her lover was a river boy |
From the river in the pines |
Now Charlie, he got married |
To his Mary in the spring |
When the trees were budding early |
And the birds began to sing |
But early in the autumn |
When the fruit is in the wine |
I’ll return to you, my darling |
From the river in the pines |
It was early in the morning |
In Wisconsin dreary clime |
When he ruled the fatal rocket |
For that last and feudal time |
They found his body lying |
On the Rocky shore below |
Where the silent water ripples |
And the whispering cedars blow |
Now every raft or lumber |
That’s come down, the chip away |
There’s a lonely grave that’s |
visited by drivers on their way |
They plant the wild flowers upon it In the morning fair and fine |
'Tis the grave of two young lovers |
From the river in the pines |