This words of this wonderful song were written by Robert Hunter and the music was written by Jerry Garcia. It was first performed by The Grateful Dead in 1986.
However, it was the wonderful rendition by Norma Waterson that brought it to our attention.
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When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
When I can’t hear the song from the singer
And I can’t tell my pillow from a stone
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
And when the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain
And the stars start to splutter in the sky
When the moon splits the north west horizon
With the scream of an eagle on the fly
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And listen to the ripples as they moan
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
Black muddy river, roll on forever
I don’t care how deep or wide
If you’ve got another side
Black muddy river, black muddy river,
Black muddy river roll
And when it seems like the night will last forever
And there’s nothing left to do but count the years
When the strings of my heart begin to sever
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And dream me a dream of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own