I was born by the river In a dirty ol town of hard livin And that old river just keeps on running And I know I just got to keep on forgivin. That old river is fast flowin But it couldn't wash away all the pain For in the eddy's and the alleys The gutters of life kept pouring down rain. Cobblestones streets illuminated by full moon nights Lamp posts silhouetted, sandstone chimney pots The thing about this rain that never seems to stop It soaks you to the bone and everything rots As I flew a long long way from the valley And left it far far and away behind To the big sky horizons of a different world Yet the valley was never far from my mind Still the river flowed, still the rain fell And even in this land of vast horizons I was walking though the long deep valley Looking for a world I could arise in. And then a hand reached down through the rain Through the misty darkness of cobblestone streets Where the gutters were awash with pain A new land came forward and the old ones retreat Now the river keeps running through the valley And the rain keeps fallin from above Yet the sun has broken through the landscape And has filled that old valley with its love.
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The river keeps running.
Posted by appolus on June 17, 2022
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