| All that I have is a river
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| The river is always my home
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| Lord, take me away, for I just cannot stay
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| Or I’ll sink in my skin and my bones
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| The water sustains me without even trying
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| The water can’t drown me, I’m done
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| With my dying…
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| Please help me build a small boat
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| One that’ll ride on the flow
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| Where the river runs deep and the larger fish creep
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| I’m glad of what keeps me afloat
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| The water sustains me without even trying
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| The water can’t drown me, I’m done
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| With my dying…
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| Now deeper the water I sail
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| And faster the current I’m in
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| That each night brings the stars and the song in my heart
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| Is a tune for the journeyman’s tale
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| The water sustains me without even trying
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| The water can’t drown me, I’m done
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| With my dying…
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| Now the land that I knew is a dream
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| And the line on the distance grows faint
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| So wide is my river, the horizon a sliver
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| The artist has run out of paint
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| Where the blue of the sea meets the sky
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| And the big yellow sun leads me home
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| I’m everywhere now; |
| the way is a vow
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| To the wind of each breath by and by
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| The water sustains me without even trying
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| The water can’t drown me, I’m done
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| With my dying… |