There's a lost river that flows

In a valley where no on e goes,

Where the wild water's rush

Rumbles deep in the hush.



Gone far from there now,

Lord I'll be back somehow

To where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines



Oh, lost river, now I'm coming back

To the pot-belly stove, where the firewood's all stacked

oh Quebec girl, go with me,

oh my bell, my fleur de lis,

where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines



Now every body knows

Where that lost river flows

It's someplace he's lost

Behind bridges that he's crossed



Well, he'd like to return,

But his bridges are all burned

And he's much too far down

To return to higher ground



Oh, lost river, now I'm coming back

To the pot-belly stove, where the firewood's all stacked

oh Quebec girl, go with me,

oh my bell, my fleur de lis,

where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines



Oh lost river, far over ther ridge

Now is it too late for me to build me a new bridge?

To the bright golden time

When her love was still mine

And the world was still wild

Like the heart of a child



Oh, lost river, now I'm coming back

To the pot-belly stove, where the firewood's all stacked

oh Quebec girl, go with me,

oh my bell, my fleur de lis,

where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines



Where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines