Come To The River - The Jayhawks

My harp is tuned to the mourning wind

My flute to the voice that weeps within

And I taught the widows' hearts to sing

You’re such a nasty little girl

If you wanna taste the water

Gotta come to the river

If you wanna taste the water

Gotta drown, drown, drown

Turned back, had a fall from grace

Now we find each other face to face

The wells you drank from all ran dry

Now you are standing all alone

If you wanna taste the water

Gotta come to the river

If you wanna taste the water

Gotta come to the river

I hope this letter finds you well

You’re such a nasty little girl

If you wanna taste the water

Gotta come to the river

If you wanna taste the water

Gotta come to the river

My harp is tuned to the mourning wind

My flute to the voice that weeps within

If you wanna taste the water

Gotta come to the river

If you wanna taste the water

Gotta come to the river

If you wanna taste the water

Gotta come to the river

If you wanna taste the water

Gotta drown, drown, drown