| As I went out walking, on a fine summer day
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| Through hills and the valleys, I soon lost my way
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| 'Till I came to an old man, kneeling down by a stream
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| Gazing into the water, like he was lost in a dream
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| In his hand was a picture, he clung to for life
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| His eyes filled with tears, as he tried not to cry
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| He looked to the heaven’s and started to pray
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| In the quiet country silence, I could hear the man say
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| Life is a river, I’ll go with the flow
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| And where it will take me, the Lord only knows
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| I miss you sweetheart, your kindness and love
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| But I know one day, we’ll sail away on God’s ocean above
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| He said now young man, your a stranger to me
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| Could I bother you kindly, for your company
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| Today I am thinking, of a time long ago
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| And I need to tell someone, of a girl I loved so
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| It’s forty two years today, since Rose took my hand
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| And proudly I lived life, her husband her man
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| 'Till only last week son, God took her away
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| As I kissed her softly, these words she did say
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| Life is a river, I’ll go with the flow
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| And where it will take me, the Lord only knows
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| I miss you sweetheart, your kindness and love
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| But I know one day, we’ll sail away on God’s ocean above
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| And with that the old man, sent me on my way
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| And sat by the water, I’ll kneel for the day
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| I look at the river, starting out on it’s life
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| It’s where I’ve been close to, my beautiful wife |