In a pine treated grave by the river, where the nightingale sings sad and low, all alone lies a Saint Regis maiden, who did sing this sad song years ago. Never more will my heart fill with gladness, as I stroll through the forest again, for to prison they've taken my lover, that's why my poor heart's full of pain. When in prison you’re dying from sorrow, I hope you'll recall those last days, that together we spent in this valley, and the vows that we've shared on its quay. Oh, if I could but burn down that prison to steal you away for awhile, they could carry me off to the gallows, and I'd go to my doom with a smile. When the moon is high in the heavens, and the mountains do gleam in its light, how often I'll dream of you, sweetheart, as I mourn there alone in the night. There will be a green grave in the forest, and people when passing that way will think of that Saint Regis maiden, as she lies there alone in the clay. A shadow has crossed o'er the valley, where once only sunshine did reign, but wherever life's pathway may lead me, I shall ever remember our dream. In the future someday I will meet you, on the bright shore so far from this world, and there before God I will greet you, that's the dream of the Saint Regis girl.