arianne

it's getting light

it's getting late

and i've looked everywhere and called her name

her dad the doctor's down

the sheriff's standing 'round

arianne

we sat by the river's edge

i slipped in and she slipped off her dress

she stepped cautiously

into that shining stream

arianne

there's a place that i can go

where her memory still flows

it cuts a deeper path

with every season past

arianne

i can see her as she sleeps

a face as still as that river is deep

leaves are turning 'round

white arms

hair of brown

arianne

there's a place that i can go

where her memory still flows

it cuts a deeper path

with every season past

arianne