Moody River (Re-Record) - Pat Boone

Moody river more deadly

Than the vainest knife

Moody river your muddy water

Took my baby’s life

Last Saturday evening

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."

Moody river more deadly

Than the vainest knife

Moody river your muddy water

Took my baby’s life

I looked into the muddy waters

And what could I see?

I saw a lonely, lonely face just

Lookin' back at me

Tears in his eyes

And a prayer on his lips

And the glove of his lost love

At his finger tips

Moody river more deadly

Than the vainest knife

Moody river your muddy water

Took my baby’s life