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Nestling there beneath the pines,
Where the bubbling water winds,
Dancing gaily by its golden shore;
That's where Pearl River makes its way
Into the Mulligan Bay,
But nobody lives there anymore.
Nobody lives there,
Nobody lives there,
Nobody lives there anymore;
It was once a trapper's home,
As Pearl River it is known,
But nobody lives there anymore.
Proudly stands the mighty trees,
Swaying gently in the breeze,
As they stood so many years ago;
Their children skipped to and fro,
Oh, so many years ago,
But nobody lives there anymore.
Nobody lives there,
Nobody lives there,
Nobody lives there anymore;
It was once a trapper's home,
As Pearl River it is known,
But nobody lives there anymore.
There the old homes used to stand,
Proudly on that virgin land,
Flowers bloom and beautify the shore;
You can hear a summer breeze,
Singing softly in the trees
But nobody lives there anymore.
Nobody lives there,
Nobody lives there,
Nobody lives there anymore;
It was once a trapper's home,
As Pearl River it is known,
But nobody lives there anymore.
But nobody lives there anymore.
