The waves rush against the folds of my face    As I start to drown    The waves rush against the folds of my face    As I start to drown       Oh, Virginia    Virgina, Virginia    Die       In winter the water    will wash [?] the waterside    In winter the water    will wash [?] the waterside       Oh, Virginia    Virgina, Virginia    Die       With the rocks in your pockets    You walk up above the waterside    With the rocks in your pockets    You walk up above the waterside       Oh, Virginia    Virgina, Virginia    Die       The waves rush against the full of my face    As I start to fall    The waves rush against the full of my face    As I start to fall       Oh, Virginia    Virgina, Virginia    Falls