| On the banks of the Mississippi | |
| An old man sits on his bench | |
| Watching the river's water flow | |
| Smoking cigarettes as time goes by | |
| Reminiscing about the years past | |
| And his loved ones who've gone old | |
| Now his life is shortened | |
| His better days are gone | |
| Watching the moon in the eventide | |
| In the cold freezing rain | |
| Three destinies in a cruel world | |
| With vague dreams buried by loss | |
| Laying their burdens down | |
| On the banks of the Mississippi | |
| On the banks of the Mississippi | |
| A woman breaks down in tears | |
| Crying for her lost love | |
| Who was consumed by the waves | |
| On a stormy autumn night | |
| Never to be found again | |
| Now her life is without meaning | |
| Now her life is dead | |
| Watching... | |
| On the banks of the Mississippi | |
| An old sailor is drinking his ale | |
| Trying to find peace of mind, trying to ease the pain | |
| Regretting his actions of the past, and all those wasted years | |
| Time spent at bars around the world, miles away from home | |
| Now he longs for someone | |
| But no one is to be found | |
| Watching... | |
| Cast your sorrows to the wind | |
| And stay for a while | |
| Don't let them bring you down | |
| Those sorrows you cannot hide | |
| They're tearing you up inside | |
| Another day will come | |
| When you lay your burdens down |