When It's Gone

There's a lost river that flows

In a valley where no one goes,

Where the wild water's rush

Rumbles deep in the hush.

Gone far from there now,

Lord i'll be back somehow

To where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines

Oh, lost river, now i'm coming back

To the pot-belly stove, where the firewood's all stacked

Oh quebec girl, go with me,

Oh my bell, my fleur-de-lis,

Where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines

Now every body knows

Where that lost river flows

It's someplace he's lost

Behind bridges that he's crossed

Well, he'd like to return,

But his bridges are all burned

And he's much too far down

To return to higher ground

Oh, lost river, now i'm coming back

To the pot-belly stove, where the firewood's all stacked

Oh quebec girl, go with me,

Oh my bell, my fleur-de-lis,

Where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines

Oh lost river, far over ther ridge

Now is it too late for me to build me a new bridge?

To the bright golden time

When her love was still mine

And the world was still wild

Like the heart of a child

Oh, lost river, now i'm coming back

To the pot-belly stove, where the firewood's all stacked

Oh quebec girl, go with me,

Oh my bell, my fleur-de-lis,

Where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines

Where the lost river winds

In the shadow of the pines