that song about the river

Don Williams

I have seen the paddle wheelers rolling south on a summersââ?¬â?¢ day. Iââ?¬â?¢ve seen the lovers at the guardrails with stars in their lemonade and Iââ?¬â?¢ve heard the hoboââ?¬â?¢s gather, heard their banjoââ?¬â?¢s brace the blade. Heard them sing about the river, called it the lazy manââ?¬â?¢s parade.

Sing me that song about the river, green going away. You know I always did feel like a drifter at this time of day.

Last night I stood by the highway, pretended I was on my way. You know a hundred thousand headlights couldnââ?¬â?¢t match the milky way and when the moonlight touches the water, surely something touches me and I go reaching for the river like itââ?¬â?¢s reaching for the sea.

Sing me that song about the river, green going away. You know I always did feel like a drifter at this time of day.

Somethings go on for ever but truth donââ?¬â?¢t ever stray. The wind may brush the water but the river wonââ?¬â?¢t persuade.

Sing me that song about the river, green going away. You know I always did feel like a drifter at this time of day.