There's a pauper on a hill
Who's never felt the touch of silk
And there's a priest with no chapel
Who hides in filthy tunnels
'Cause they cry
For those who died so bitter
All those souls
Flowing so low, low
Down that river
Down that river of old sorrow
There's a soldier in a swamp
Who can't forget, oh, what he's done
And there's a merchant with no riches
Who scours the empty ditches
'Cause they cry
For those who died so bitter
All those souls
Flowing so low, low
Down that river
Down that river of old sorrow
'Cause they cry
For those who died so bitter
All those souls
Flowing so low, low
Down that river
Down that river of old sorrow
There's a lady who sees all
Who knew the world would fall
But she couldn't stop the waves
'Cause she knew it was too late
So she cries
For those who died so bitter
All those souls
Flowing so low, low, low
Down that river
Down that river of old
Down that river
Down that river of old
Down that river
Down that river of old sorrow