Author: Michael Martin Murphy

There's a lost river that flows in a valley where no one goes
Where the wild water's rush rumbles deep in the bush
Though I'm far from there now, Lord, I'll get back somehow
Where the Lost River winds, in the shadow of the pines

Ch 1. Oh, Lost River, now I'm going back
To the pot-bellied stove where the firewood's all stacked
Oh, Quebec girl go with me, my belle fleur-de-lee
Where the Lost River winds, in the shadow of the pines

Now everybody knows where that lost river flows
It's a place he has lost, behind bridges he has crossed
Though he'd like to return, all his bridges have been burned
And he's too far down to return to higher ground

Ch 1.

Ch 2. Oh, Lost River, far over the ridge
Now it's too late for me to build me a new bridge
To the bright golden time when your love was still mine
When the world was still wild like the heart of a child

Ch 1 & Ch 2