misc - "moody-lyr"


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

Moody river,more deadly
than the natives knife
Moody river,your mighty waters
took my baby's life

I looked into the muddy waters and what did I see
I saw a lonely lonely face looking back at me
Tears in his eyes,a prayer on his lips
And the glove of his lost love in his fingertips

Repeat Chorus

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

Repeat chorus