Lyrics: Steve Earle. Arianne.

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