| Iʼve known rivers ancient and deep |
| Iʼve seen the ripples in the moonlight, and the secrets they keep |
| Rushing like a torrent, and carving the land |
| Picking up trees, the stone and the sand |
| And the cities of man, grow up from the ground |
| They grow up so tall, where the river runs down |
| Paris to London, Boston New Orleans |
| From the heartland down to dixie, out to the seven seas. |
| Like the tears of the earth, the rivers they run |
| Coming down from the mountains in the bright morning sun |
| Where I clean my soul and get carried away |
| Let me stay in the valley by the river, one more day. |
| I remember a place, where mountains divide. |
| And I stood at the edge of the canyon so wide |
| I saw so many years, ten thousand before |
| and it will carve out the land, for ten thousand more |
| Like the tears of the earth, the rivers they run |
| Coming down from the mountains in the bright morning sun |
| Where I clean my soul and get carried away |
| Let me stay in the valley by the river, one more day. |
| When the first light of dawn heats up the dew |
| And the drops shine like diamonds where sunlight shines through |
| My heart can rest if just for a while |
| And my tired feet can walk for another mile |
| Like the tears of the earth, the rivers they run |
| Coming down from the mountains in the bright morning sun |
| Where I clean my soul and get carried away |
| Let me stay in the valley by the river, one more day. |