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