Lost River - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

Written by：Michael Martin Murphey

There's a lost river that flows

In a valley where no on e goes

Where the wild water's rush

Rumbles deep in the hush

Gone far from there now

Lord I'll be back somehow

To where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines

Oh lost river now I'm coming back

To the pot belly stove where the firewood's all stacked

Oh quebec girl go with me

Oh my bell my fleur de lis

Where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines

Now every body 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 are all burned

And he's much too far down

To return to higher ground

Oh lost river now I'm coming back

To the pot belly stove where the firewood's all stacked

Oh Quebec girl go with me

Oh my bell my fleur de lis

Where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines

Oh lost river far over ther ridge

Now is it too late for me to build me a new bridge

To the 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 pot belly stove where the firewood's all stacked

Oh Quebec girl go with me

Oh my bell 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