Way down south, there is a story
of a man called Lee, and his wife.
She was soft and wild, loving and kind
as good a woman as any you'd find.
but now I don't know where she's gone.
Blackwood River cold as stone, cold as stone.
Flowing waters, take me home.
In the middle of the night, in the winter time
when the moon was high, the devil inside his mind
(the river was wide)
He led her to the bank and then he started whistling.
Back home the 303 was missing.
Now I don't know where she's gone.
Blackwood River cold as stone, cold as stone.
Flowing waters, take me home.
Now if you walk down by the river at night,
sometimes you'll hear the faraway cry
singing 'I don't lie, the river don't lie, the river don't lie, the river don't lie'
'I don't lie, the river don't lie, the river don't lie, the river don't lie'
Now I don't know where she's gone.
Blackwood River cold as stone, cold as stone.
Flowing waters, take me home.
cold as stone, cold as stone.
Flowing waters, take me home.
Irish singer-songwriter Sarah E. Cullen bares her heart over pastoral folk arrangements enshrouded in a dream-pop haze. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2021