(Jonathan Kingham & Mark Erelli)
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She was the parson's only daughter
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And a poor sharecropper's dream
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Her voice as sweet as falling water
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From the cool clear mountain stream
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We came to share a love forbidden
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A union cursed by family
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To be forever unforgiven
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When we swore eternity
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We settled hard on twenty acres
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Ploughed the fields and worked the land
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But the fever came to take her
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With its unforgiving hand
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I tried to soothe her shaking body
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But no peace could I provide
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She said I hear the angles singing softly
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I'm bound to cross that Great Divide
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CHORUS
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Take my ashes to the river
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Where the water's cold and deep
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Take my ashes to the river
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Pray the Lord my soul to keep
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One mournful morning in late November
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Faithful to her last desire
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I burned her body down to embers
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Scooped the ashes from the fire
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Down on the banks of the Blackstone River
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For to drown her memory
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As her spirit I delivered
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I heard her calling out to me
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Take My Ashes To The River
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| Mark Erelli |
