I’m going to the river
Gonna rest my weary mind
Listen to that stream
And watch my life drift by
Some ancient memory to ponder on
I’m going to the river
Gonna lay down by it’s side
Stare at the stars above
Let my feet dig into the dirt
Fall out of space and time
I’m going to the river
I don’t have a plan in mind
Might even cast a line
Reach those elusive waters
Ancient as the rock it sits on
Find a new question to pine
And connect through my line
I’m going to the river
With my whole life on my mind
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