Last saturday evening
I came to the old oaktree
It stands beside the river
Where you would a-meet me
On the ground your glove I found
With a note adressed to me
And it read "Dear love, I've done you wrong,
Now I must set you free"
Moody river, more deadly
Than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy waters
Took my baby's life
(break)
Looked into your muddy water
And what did I see
I saw a lonely lonely man
Just lookin' back at me
Tears in his eyes
And a prayer on his lips
And with the glove of his lost love
There at his finger tips
Moody river, more deadly
Than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy waters
Took my baby's life
Moody river, your muddy waters
Took my baby's life
Doc Watson - Moody River Lyrics
Doc Watson - Moody River Lyrics
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Last saturday evening
I came to the old oaktree
It stands beside the river
Where you would a-meet me
On the ground your glove I found
With a note adressed to me
And it read "Dear love, I've done you wrong,
Now I must set you free"
Moody river, more deadly
Than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy waters
Took my baby's life
(break)
Looked into your muddy water
And what did I see
I saw a lonely lonely man
Just lookin' back at me
Tears in his eyes
And a prayer on his lips
And with the glove of his lost love
There at his finger tips
Moody river, more deadly
Than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy waters
Took my baby's life
Moody river, your muddy waters
Took my baby's life
I came to the old oaktree
It stands beside the river
Where you would a-meet me
On the ground your glove I found
With a note adressed to me
And it read "Dear love, I've done you wrong,
Now I must set you free"
Moody river, more deadly
Than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy waters
Took my baby's life
(break)
Looked into your muddy water
And what did I see
I saw a lonely lonely man
Just lookin' back at me
Tears in his eyes
And a prayer on his lips
And with the glove of his lost love
There at his finger tips
Moody river, more deadly
Than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy waters
Took my baby's life
Moody river, your muddy waters
Took my baby's life
Writer: GARY BRUCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs