Moody river, more deadly than the vanest knife,
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life.

Last Saturday evenin', came to the old oak tree;
It stands beside the river where you were to meet me.
On the ground your glove
I found with a note addressed to me,
It read "Dear love, I've done you wrong,
now I must set you free."

Oooh oooh

"No longer can I live with this hurt and this sin,
"I just couldn't tell you
that guy was just a friend."

Moody river, more deadly than the vanest knife,
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life.

I looked into the muddy water and what could I see?
I saw a lonely, lonely face just lookin' back at me.
Tears in his eyes, and a prayer on his lips,
And the glove of his lost love at his finger tips.

Moody river, more deadly than the vanest knife,
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life.