Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife,
Moody river, your muddy water took my ba - by's life.
Last Saturday evenin', came to the old oak tree;
It stands beside the river where you were to meet me.
On the ground your glove I found with a note addressed to me,
It read "Dear love, I've done you wrong, now I must set you free."
"No longer can I live with this hurt and this sin,
"I just couldn't tell you that guy was just a friend."
I looked into the muddy water and what could I see?
I saw a lonely, lonely face just look - in' back at me.
Tears in his eyes, and a prayer on his lips,
And the glove of his lost love at his fin - ger - tips.