Brian Setzer
Haunted River
With that, the cold New England windBlowin' through my hair,As my blood and whiskyRun through me as one.Didn't anybody hear her silent scream?Didn't anybody see his twisted grin?All the neighbours wept and criedBy her shallow grave,And her mama 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 crossedThe 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 toThe old reverend Brown, who preaches Sunday mass,And the sea turned calm and blueBy the oceans door.And the haunted river flowed with blood no more.
From Letras Mania