The Sangamon

Down the river, I'm throwing it all away
your dresses your letters, your ribbons and golden ring
The wild flowers you pressed tween the leaves of the pages
Down the Sangamon, they're floating away

The stones cross the river are cut with familiar names
I wake in the darkness to starlight and troubled dreams
to that old fallen oak where I cradled your darling head
Just the Sangamon heard all we said

And this town no longer calls me
It holds no breath for me
One day I'll fly, One day I'll run, One day I'll cross the Sangamon

Sundown at harvest I listened and heard your call
I can still see you laughing how you leaned 'gainst the cabin wall
And guided my hand o'er the swelling of life inside
on the Sangamon with love in your eyes

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The doctor was nervous with sweat running down his nose
He rattled off orders but my hands were numb and cold
3 hours in there was nothing that he could do
on the Sangamon with nothing to lose

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