Moody River

Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife*Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak treeIt stands beside the river where you were to meet meOn the ground your glove I foundWith a note addressed to meIt read "Dear love, I've done you wrong""Now I must set you free""No longer can I live with this hurt and this sin""I just couldn't tell you that guy was just a friend" I looked into the moody water and what could I see?
I saw a lonely, lonely face just lookin' back at meTears in his eyes and a prayer on his lipsAnd the glove of his lost love at his fingertips