Watching the River Run
I keep watching the river run
Always twisting
Always turning
It’s there I sit
Beneath your eyes
And mull over dreams of paradise
With you
Someplace where the sky is white and blue
Yet I’m thinking much too much
And I hate walking alone
It’s not often that I ponder such
But when I wander
Thoughts come rushing in
Willy-nilly
I don’t have a special place
Where all these thoughts begin
From the left
And from the right
Without warning
They attack me when I wake
Early in the morning
I wish I knew what I had done
So I’ll sit here
With you standing there beside me
Beneath your eyes
Beneath the skies
Where clouds and birds and angels fly
And listen to the waters running free
As you watch me
Watching the river run
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