The River

Where the river
Flows to the sea
Spirit voice
They call to me
Telling stories
Form the past
About those live
Gone too fast

Flesh and bone
Can't stand the tide
Worn to sand
Beneath the river's glide
And those ghosts
Cry their tears
They'll fill that river
For a thousand years

Silver wings
Black the sky
And that river
Just rolls on by
And those spirits
Sing their song
Stop to listen
But move along