River run, river flow |
Spinning wheels and fishing reels |
And cockeled shell perfume |
Woolen shores and marketstores |
And flowers in full bloom |
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Understanding people |
Who will never stop and stare |
That is where I want to be |
River – won't you carry me back there? |
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River run, river flow |
Take me where I long to go |
There's a place you will find |
Not too far away |
It's quite near today, in my mind |
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Village full of cottages |
That no one ever planned |
Only cotton tablecloths |
But always made by hand |
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Cobbled stones and herring bones |
And sailboats gleaming white |
That's the shore I'm looking for |
Hope we make it by the morning light |
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River run, river flow |
Take me where I want to go |
There's a place you will find |
Not too far away |
It's quite near today, in my mind |
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River run, river flow |
Take me where I want to go |
There's a place you will find |
Not too far away |
It's quite near today, in my mind |
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Riding on the riverboat |
And moving pretty slow |
But I know I'm gonna make it |
'Cause the good Lord told me so |
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River run, river flow |
Take me where I want to go |
There's a place you will find |
Not too far away |
It's quite near today, in my mind |
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River run, river flow |
Take me where I want to go |
There's a place you will find |
Not too far away |
It's quite near today, in my mind |
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Ooh... in my mind |
Ooh... in my mind |