Joan Baez

Joan Baez - The River in the Pines lyrics

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Oh, Mary was a maiden

When the birds began to sing.

She was sweeter than the blooming rose

So early in the spring.

Her thoughts were gay and happy

And the morning gay and fine,

For her lover was a river boy

From the river in the pines.

Now Charlie, he got married

To his Mary in the spring

When the trees were budding early

And the birds began to sing.

But early in the autumn

When the fruit is in the wine,

I'll return to you, my darling

From the river in the pines.

It was early in the morning

In Wisconsin's dreary clime

When he rode the fatal rapids

For that last and fatal time.

They found his body lying

On the rocky shore below

Where the silent water ripples

And the whispering cedars blow.

Now every raft of lumber

That comes down the Chippewa,

There's a lonely grave that's

Visited by drivers on their way

They plant wild flowers upon it

In the morning fair and fine.

'Tis the grave of two young lovers

From the river in the pines

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