Theres a lost river that flows
In a valley where no on e goes,
Where the wild waters rush
Rumbles deep in the hush.

Gone far from there now,
Lord Ill be back somehow
To where the lost river winds
In the shadow of the pines

Oh, lost river, now Im coming back
To the pot-belly stove, where the firewoods 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
Its someplace hes lost
Behind bridges that hes crossed

Well, hed like to return,
But his bridges are all burned
And hes much too far down
To return to higher ground

Oh, lost river, now Im coming back
To the pot-belly stove, where the firewoods 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 Im coming back
To the pot-belly stove, where the firewoods 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