Lost River - Michael Martin Murphey

There's a lost river that flows

In a valley where no one goes

Where the wild waters rush

Rumbles deep in the hush

Gone far from there now

Lord I'll get back somehow

To where the lost river winds

In the shadow on the pines

Oh lost river now I'm coming back

To the potbellied stove

Where the firewood's all stacked

Oh quebec girl go with me

Oh ma belle my fleur-de-lis

Where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines

Now everybody knows

Where that lost river flows

It's someplace he's lost

Behind bridges that he's crossed

Well he'd like to return

But his bridges ae all burned

And he's much too far down

To return to higher ground

Oh lost river now I'm coming back

To the potbellied stove

Where the firewood's all stacked

Oh quebec girl go with me

Oh ma belle my fleur-de-lis

Where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines

Oh lost river far over the ridge

Now is it too late

For me to build me a new bridge

To that bright golden time

When her love was still mine

And the world was still wild

Like the heart of a child

Oh lost river now I'm coming back

To the potbellied stove

Where the firewood's all stacked

Come back girl go with me

Oh ma belle my fleur-de-lis

Where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines

Where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines