Its getting light, its getting late And Ive looked everywhere and called her name Her dad the doctors down The sheriffs standing round Arianne We sat by the rivers edge I slipped in and she slipped off her dress She stepped cautiously Into that shining stream Arianne Theres 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 Theres a place that I can go Where her memory still flows It cuts a deeper path With every season past Arianne