Down by the riverThe water's coldUsed to have a girl but that's alrightShe came to me in a dreamAnd slipped away like a running streamThe hours of silenceIn the light of the moonBrings to me a sense of easeThere's nothing else that I could doFor that woman won't be pleasedI see her runningBut I'm not the sameI've chased after pleasureTo bury my painBut it's resurrectedWhen I say her nameMy love and regret are one in the sameThe scream of a ravenThe screech of an owlA heartbroke and lonesome coyote howlThose old Hartford records that we used to playAnd the silence when she went awayA flower illustrated in bloomFloating on a wisp of consciousnessShe rides innocently down the river toThe place where the light livesAnd shrugs off enchantment with a sighDreaming from the first moment of her lifeUnheard songs bathed in silver ring out asMorning rolls into the endlessI see her runningBut I'm not the sameI've chased after pleasureTo bury my painBut it's resurrectedWhen I say her nameMy love and regret are one in the sameI keep wandering backTo a place in my mindWhere moonlight reflections return to her eyesTo gaze at the water once moreBefore turning again to the skyDown by the riverThe water's coldUsed to have a girl but that's alrightShe came to me in a dreamAnd slipped away like a running stream
