The river in the pines

When the birds began to sing

She was sweeter than the blooming rose

So early in the spring

Her thoughts were gay and happy

And the morning gay and fine

For her lover was a river boy

From the river in the pines

Now Charlie he got married

To his mary in the spring

When the trees were budding early

And the birds began to sing

But early in the autumn

when the fruit is in the wine

I'll return to you my darling

from the river in the pines

It was early in the morning

In Wisconsin dready clime

When he ruled the fatal rocket