O swift bright water o water o wide Carry my bones t’were all my folks lie In a dark mountain valley. by a dark mountain stream Where some stories end and all stories begin
There’s a thousand souls wanderin‘ in the valley below Caught in wolf and bear bodies, leave no tracks on the snow If you ever go huntin‘ in this valley below Mind your gun not to shoot one of these poor wanderin souls
There’ll come a time when these wanderin souls Will come down from the mountains and cross-breed with dogs And their names will float down the riverrun
What has been passed down that has to be done...
Oh swift bright water o water o wide Carry my bones t’were all my folks lie In a dark mountain valley by a dark mountain stream
Where some stories end and all stories begin...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
