Down by the river
I met an angel so fine
I played her my songs
And dreamed that she was mine
Down by the river
Where I played long before
That Angel smiled
And my faith was restored.
I played her some songs and she asked for more
Down by the river
On a hot august day
I liked the way she looked
and she liked the way I played
I sang songs about her beauty
And the color of her clothes
About long flowing hair
and cute little toes
Now I could live, I’d been dead for so long.
So many years, not one little song..
