River
By Bill Staines © Mineral River Music
I was born in the path of the winter wind, raised where the mountains are old.
Springtime waters came dancing down, and I remember the tales they told.
The whistling ways of my younger days, too quickly have faded on by
But all of their memories linger on, like the light in a fading sky.
River, take me along in your sunshine,
Sing me a song ever moving, and winding and free
you rolling old river, you changing old river.
Let's you and me, river, run down to the sea.
I've been to the city and back again, I've been moved by some things that I've learned.
Met a lot of good people and I’ve called them friends, felt the tide when the seasons turned.
I've heard all the songs that the children sing, and listened to love's melodies.
I've felt my own music within me rise, like the wind in the autumn trees.
Someday when the flowers are blooming still, someday when the grass is still green.
My rolling waters will round the bend and flow into the open sea.
So here's to the rainbow that's followed me here, and here's to the friends that I’ve known.
Here's to the song that's within me now, I will sing it where'er I go.