It's getting light, it's getting late And I've looked everywhere and called her name Her dad the doctor's down The sheriff's standing 'round Arianne We sat by the river's edge I slipped in and she slipped off her dress She stepped cautiously Into that shining stream Arianne There's a place that I can go Where her memory still flows It cuts a deeper path With every season past Arianne I can see her as she sleeps A face as still as that river is deep Leaves are turning 'round White arms, hair of brown Arianne There's a place that I can go Where her memory still flows It cuts a deeper path With every season past Arianne