by Michael Martin Murphey
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There's a Lost River that flows |
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In a | valley where no one | goes |
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Where the | wild water's | rush |
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Rumbles | deep in the | hush |
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Gone f | ar from there now |
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Lord | I'll get back some | how |
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To where the | white water | whindes |
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In the | shadow of the | pines |
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Where that | Lost River | flows |
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It's | someplace he's | lost |
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Behind | bridges that he's | crossed |
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Well he'd l | ike to return |
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But his | bridges are all | burned |
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And he's | much too far | down |
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To re | turn to higher | ground |
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Oh Lost River far | over the | ridge |
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Now | is it too | late |
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For me to | build me a new | bridge |
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To the b | right golden time |
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When her | love was still | mine |
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And the | world was still | wild |
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Like the | heart of a | child |
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Where the | Lost River | winds |
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In the | shadow of the | pines |