In a pine treated grave by the river,
where the nightingale sings sad and low,
all alone lies a Saint Regis maiden,
who did sing this sad song years ago.
Never more will my heart fill with gladness,
as I stroll through the forest again,
for to prison they've taken my lover,
that's why my poor heart's full of pain.
When in prison you're dying from sorrow,
I hope you'll recall those last days,
that together we spent in this valley,
and the vows that we've shared on its quay.
Oh, if I could but burn down that prison
to steal you away for awhile,
they could carry me off to the gallows,
and I'd go to my doom with a smile.
When the moon is high in the heavens,
and the mountains do gleam in its light,
how often I'll dream of you, sweetheart,
as I mourn there alone in the night.
There will be a green grave in the forest,
and people when passing that way
will think of that Saint Regis maiden,
as she lies there alone in the clay.
A shadow has crossed o'er the valley,
where once only sunshine did reign,
but wherever life's pathway may lead me,
I shall ever remember our dream.
In the future someday I will meet you,
on the bright shore so far from this world,
and there before God I will greet you,
that's the dream of the Saint Regis girl.