There's a lost river that flows 
In a valley where no on e 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 ther 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