From the recording Of What Is Left
Lyrics
he leaves have fallen upon the ground
The lush green grass has faded to brown
By the cold mountain river
Water rushes through the hills
To the lakes in the valley where it lies still
Where it waits for the lonely ice of winter
Joanna would come every afternoon
To sit at its shore and listen to its tune
As the current would gently sing to her
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That cold mountain river
Such beauty and power
It runs from the heavens to the earth
And washes away all the dirt
Little did she know that she wasn’t alone
A man hid in the bushes hungry for control
By the cold mountain river
As Joanna watched the water flow by
She caught the bushes move in the corner of her eye
As she felt her skin suddenly quiver
The man ran out and threw her to the ground
Covered her mouth so she couldn’t make a sound
As she looked into the eyes of a killer
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As he tore at her clothes
She stared in his eyes and reached real slow
For the knife at her side that her daddy gave her
And as he bared an evil grin
She thrust that knife deep within
Through his gut, straight into his liver
The man jumped up clenching at his side
Gushing blood and wide eyed
As fell into that cold mountain river