Into the River She Fell

Note: A while back, a singer/songwriter friend asked if I’d like to collaborate on some music. Hell, yeah! His style is very bluegrass and folksy, so I wrote these lyrics with his particular style in mind. I’m very excited to see what music he comes up with to accompany my lyrics!

Into the River She Fell

The springtime water
and the springtime air
were new and fresh and fair

and they called his name
and he had to go
into the river, there

and he took his boat
his red fishin boat
into the river, long

and the morning fog
had yet to lift
when he found her lyin there
when he found her lyin there

he’d sailed his boat
down the river, White,
and he found her lyin there

Her body cold
her long hair roped
her face a maiden fair

he drug his boat upon the shore
and hurried to her side
he lifted her hand
and felt no pulse

this maiden fair had died

and the morning fog
had yet to lift
when he found her lyin there
when he found her lyin there

Her body was young
too young to die
and the man who found her there
was ripped with pain

when he opened her hand
and found a letter
written to a man

Dear John, she wrote,
I loved you more
than ever you will know

but I couldn’t go on
the way we were
with you telling me you were true

because you always went home
to be with your wife
and all I was, was something new

and you told me
you were going to leave
that you were gonna be with me—

but I think you were lyin
and I’m tired of cryin
so I’ll say goodbye and set you free

and the morning fog
had yet to lift
when he found her lyin there
when he found her lyin there

and he looked at this woman
so lovely and pale
her beauty still preserved

he knelt down beside her
pulled her into his chest—
this love he didn’t deserve

he found his lover stone-dead
on the shore
where she knew he’d find her there

she knew he’d find her there

and the morning fog
had yet to lift
when he found her lyin there
when he found her lyin there

the woman he loved was lyin there
stone cold dead
was his maiden fair

and no breath in his lungs
could ever repair
this love he held
now dead on the shore

and in his grief
he picked her up
and took her to the waters deep

He held her close
kissed her cold white lips
and let the water wash away

not one, but two—
two lives that day…..

 

 

 

DeMaris Gaunt
4-25-20

Published by demarisgaunt

I currently live in Greenwood, Indiana. I love to listen to music, books on CD, podcasts or NPR as I work in my studio.  My favorite artists are Andrew Wyeth and Edward Hopper. I love poetry, but only the good stuff that isn’t so abstract I can’t understand it. Abstraction better lends itself to visual art, I think. Stephen Dunn is my favorite poet. He’s said just about anything that can be said about the inner workings of the heart and mind. My favorite novel is Atonement by Ian McEwan. My all time favorite band is The Cure. I love science, and anything that relates to how the mind works. I don’t believe in the supernatural. If I could meet anyone in the world, it would be Richard Dawkins or Steven Pinker. If you don’t buy my art or read my poetry, buy one of their books. It will enrich if not change your life.  My favorite things to do are hiking, kayaking and camping. My favorite food is so common, I’ll keep you in suspense (It starts with a P). I prefer chocolate to vanilla. Green is my favorite color. I have an aversion to planning or scheduling of any kind, and I live for spontaneous adventures! Telephone conversations make me anxious, and I avoid them at almost all cost. I had a happy childhood. I’m having a pretty fantastic adulthood. I have every intention of seeing my 100th birthday, after which I will happily relinquish my guts to the future of medicine. Cheers! ~DeMaris

One thought on “Into the River She Fell

  1. Wonderful lyrics. It has two elements essential in bluegrass/folk music — forbidden love and death. Please send me a recording when the song is complete.

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