The River In The Pines Lyrics - Joan Baez

Oh, Mary was a maiden 

When the birds began to sing. 

She was sweeter than the blooming rose 

So early in the spring. 

Her thoughts were gay and happy 

And the morning gay and fine, 

For her lover was a river boy 

From the river in the pines. 

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Now Charlie, he got married 

To his Mary in the spring 

When the trees were budding early 

And the birds began to sing. 

But early in the autumn 

When the fruit is in the wine, 

I'll return to you, my darling 

From the river in the pines. 

It was early in the morning 

In Wisconsin's dreary clime 

When he rode the fatal rapids 

For that last and fatal time. 

They found his body lying 

On the rocky shore below 

Where the silent water ripples 

And the whispering cedars blow. 

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Now every raft of lumber 

That comes down the Chippewa, 

There's a lonely grave that's 

Visited by drivers on their way 

They plant wild flowers upon it 

In the morning fair and fine. 

'Tis the grave of two young lovers 

From the river in the pines