Written by A.P. Carter
G D In a pine treated grave by the river, G where the nightingale sings sad and low, C G all alone lies a Saint Regis maiden, D G who did sing this sad song years ago. G D Never more will my heart fill with gladness, G as I stroll through the forest again, C G for to prison they've taken my lover, D G that's why my poor heart's full of pain. G D When in prison you’re dying from sorrow, G I hope you'll recall those last days, C G that together we spent in this valley, D G and the vows that we've shared on its quay. G D Oh, if I could but burn down that prison G to steal you away for awhile, C G they could carry me off to the gallows, D G and I'd go to my doom with a smile. G D When the moon is high in the heavens, G and the mountains do gleam in its light, C G how often I'll dream of you, sweetheart, D G as I mourn there alone in the night. G D There will be a green grave in the forest, G and people when passing that way C G will think of that Saint Regis maiden, D G as she lies there alone in the clay. G D A shadow has crossed o'er the valley, G where once only sunshine did reign, C G but wherever life's pathway may lead me, D G I shall ever remember our dream. G D In the future someday I will meet you, G on the bright shore so far from this world, C G and there before God I will greet you, D G that's the dream of the Saint Regis girl.