They grew up there on the river, down on the riverside. Muskrat roast for Sunday dinner, everybody's satisfied. Those two kids never could be parted, running round side by side. Young love, so open hearted, and a river so deep and wide. Floating on a raft in the thick of summer, fishing with a toe-tied line. Raised by the river raised by the running weather of water and time. A flash-flood came with a hammer of thunder out of a clear blue sky. Took away one and left the other, down by the riverside. But why so cruel a heartbreak? And why such a twisted fate? One called back to their maker, one must stay. Now there's a poor lost soul abandoned down on the riverside, Sitting there just watching the water, never be satisfied. Waiting for the floods of summer, praying to be taken away, Back into the arms of the other, longing for yesterday. But why so cruel a heartbreak? And why such a twisted fate? One called back to their maker, one must stay. But why so cruel a heartbreak? And why such a twisted fate? One called back to their maker, one must stay.