Pat Boone

(Moody river, moody river)
CHORUS
Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life
Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak tree
It 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"