Down by the river
The water’s cold
Used to have a girl but that’s alright
She came to me in a dream
And slipped away like a running stream

The hours of silence
In the light of the moon
Brings to me a sense of ease
There’s nothing else that I could do
For that woman won’t be pleased

I see her running
But I’m not the same
I’ve chased after pleasure
To bury my pain
But it’s resurrected
When I say her name
My love and regret are one in the same

The scream of a raven
The screech of an owl
A heartbroke and lonesome coyote howl
Those old Hartford records that we used to play
And the silence when she went away

A flower illustrated in bloom
Floating on a wisp of consciousness
She rides innocently down the river to
the place where the light lives
And shrugs off enchantment with a sigh
Dreaming from the first moment of her life
Unheard songs bathed in silver ring out as
morning rolls into the endless

I see her running
But I’m not the same
I’ve chased after pleasure
To bury my pain
But it’s resurrected
When I say her name
My love and regret are one in the same

I keep wandering back
To a place in my mind
Where moonlight reflections return to her eyes
To gaze at the water once more
Before turning again to the sky

Down by the river
The water’s cold
Used to have a girl but that’s alright
She came to me in a dream
And slipped away like a running stream