The River In The Pines - Joan Baez

 

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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