존 바에즈
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
On the river
in the pines
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
'T was early
in the morning
In Wisconsin
dreary clime
When he ruled the
fatal rocket
For that last and
fuedal time
They found his
body lying
On the Rocky
shore below
Where the silent
water ripplets
And the whispering
cedars blow
Now every raft
or lumber
That's come down
The chip away
There's a lonely
grave that's visited
By drivers
on their way
They plant the wild
flowers upon it
In the morning
fair and fine
'T is the grave of
two young lovers
From the river
in the pines