About the song
## Moody River: A Timeless Ballad of Love and Loss
**Pat Boone’s** rendition of **”Moody River”** is a timeless ballad that has captured the hearts of listeners for decades. Released in 1961, this song became a classic of its time, showcasing Boone’s smooth vocals and the enduring appeal of its melancholic melody.
The song’s lyrics paint a vivid picture of a man reflecting on his past love affair. The “Moody River” serves as a metaphor for the bittersweet memories associated with this relationship. The river’s flowing waters symbolize the passage of time, carrying the protagonist’s thoughts and emotions along with its current.
The musical arrangement is equally evocative, with a gentle, flowing melody that complements the song’s lyrical themes. The instrumentation is sparse, allowing Boone’s voice to take center stage and convey the emotional depth of the song. The use of a string orchestra adds a touch of elegance and sophistication, further enhancing the song’s overall impact.
“Moody River” is a testament to the power of music to evoke strong emotions and create lasting connections with listeners. Its enduring popularity can be attributed to its timeless themes, beautiful melody, and Boone’s heartfelt performance. This classic ballad continues to resonate with audiences of all ages, reminding us of the bittersweet nature of love and the enduring power of memory.
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Lyrics
Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby’s life
Last Saturday evenin’ came to the old oak tree
It stands beside the river where you were to meet me
On the ground your glove I found
With a note addressed to me
It read “Dear love, I’ve done you wrong”
“Now I must set you free”
“No longer can I live with this hurt and this sin”
“I just couldn’t tell you that guy was just a friend”
Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby’s life
I looked into the muddy water and what could I see?
I saw a lonely, lonely face just lookin’ back at me
Tears in his eyes and a prayer on his lips
And the glove of his lost love at his fingertips
Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife
Moody river, your muddy water took my baby’s life