Moody River

Moody River - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

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

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 tear sing

I just couldn't tell you that

This guy 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

What could I see

I saw a lonely

Lonely face just looking back at me

Tears in his eyes and a prayer on his lips

And the glove of his lost love was at his fingertipsra

Moody river

More deadly than the vainest knife

Moody river

Your muddy water took my baby's life

Moody River

Moody River

Moody River