The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band & John Prine
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band & Levon Helm
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band & John Denver
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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 the 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