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Moody River

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 16.08.2012

Moody river more deadly than the natalest night
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life.

Last Saturday evening I came to the old oak tree
That 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 natalest night
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life.

I looked into the muddy water and what could I see? ?
I saw a lonely, lonely face just looking back at me.

Tears in his eyes and the prayer on his lips
And the glove of his lost love was at his fingertips.

Moody river more deadly than the natalest night
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life.

Moody river more deadly than the natalest night
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life.


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