Where the long river flows, it flows by my window.
Where the tall timber grows, it grows 'round my door.
Where the mountains meet the sky and the white clouds fly,
where the long river flows by my window.

There's a tiny bird that calls and he calls by my window.
There's a lonely tear that falls and it falls 'round my door.
But when the sun is high, there's no time to cry where the long river flows by my window.

Now if only you could see the closing of the day,
if only you could be where the dawn breaks away
by the white cascade, oh, down in the glade, where the long river flows by my window.

Well when this land was made, it was made full of wonder.
But one woman's love, I can't understand.
And I'd give it all to you if her love were true where the long river flows by my window,
where the long river flows by my window.