THE RIVER IN THE PINES
(Joan Baez)

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 marry
n 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
dready clime
When he ruled
the fatal rocket
For that last and
fuedal time

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