Moody River More deadly than the vainest knife 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 girl 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 water And what could I see I saw a lonely, lonely face Just looking back at me. Tears in her eyes And the prayer on her lips And the glove of her lost love At her fingertips. Moody River More deadly than the vainest knife Moody River Your muddy water took my baby's life...