THE RIVER IN THE PINES (trad.)

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 on the vine
I'll return to you, my darling,
From the river in the pines."

'Twas early in the morning
In Wisconsin's dreary clime
When he rode the fatal rapids
For the last and fatal time.
They found his body lying
On the rocky shore below
Where the silent water ripples
And the whispering cedars blow.

Now every raft of lumber
That comes down the Chippeway
There's a lonely grave
That's visited by drivers on their way.
They plant wild flowers upon it
In the morning fair and fine:
'Tis the grave of two young lovers
From the river in the pines.

I think it was sung by Joan Baez, but I'm typing it from memory. Enjoy! :-)

NG

I made a few very minor corrections so it is now exactly the way Joan Baez sang it. Hope you don't mind. --JoeClone, 2-Aug-02.