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Haunted River

With that he cold New England wind

Blowin' through my hair

As my blood and whisky

run through me as one

didn't anybody hear her silent scream

didn't anybody see his twisted grin

All the neighbours wept and cried

By her shallow grave

and her momma prayed the lord her soul to take

and her daddy stood alone he swore revenge

and the haunted river flowed with blood again

Late one night he crossed

The river by himself

The waters surged to reach for him through the night

And the storm raged on and on

on and on and on and on

Everybody wondered what ever happened to

The old reverend Brown who preaches Sunday mess

and the sea turned calm and blue

by the oceans door

and the haunted river flowed with blood no more

Брайан Сетцер

Haunted River / Брайан Сетцер

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