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Now No Matter Where you Go
South Africa to the North Pole
‘From your Aura through your bones
your steel guitar
or through white hot coal
now no matter where you go
with a friend or with a foe
with a wise wolf or an innocent foal
white pearl keys of your saxophone
there’s a river that always flows
through your heart and through your soul
older than the first word
and it never grows old
now no matter where you go
]Montreal to the deep Congo
thru Tibet to Chicago
through the rainforest
Through the Himalayan snow
now no matter where you go
Above the bridge with an angel
ort below it with a troll
tween the branches where the midnight shows
resting with the rd light till the green light goes
there’s a river that always flows
through your heart and through your soul
older than the first word
and it never grows old
now no matter wherever you go
through a full moon grown
through a light unknown
through a wind-worn stone
now no matter where you go
helping or reaping what you’ve sewn
eating blueberries or scones
giving blood
or taking a loan
there’s a river that always flows
through your heart and through your soul
older than the first word
and it never grows old
tell your daughter
tell your son
tell yourself
when you’re on the run
deep in waiting
to unfold
is the deepest story
ever been told
it can’t be bought
it can’t be sold
it’s just an endless love
‘for you to know
now no matter where you go
Gliding in flight where the eagles roam
or near the deep woods where the bodhi tree grows
with the dharma bums on the road
with a new born or the many
tombs unknown
now no matter where you go the sweet song of a coyote moan
the soft drums of a streetlight drone
or a train with Casey Jones
dancing with the curls of a bright sea foam
now no matter where you go
crunching out footprints on a fresh new snow
with a shaved head or a wild afro
with a sonic dove or singing crow
\With a silver crucifix or
Alabaster crone
there’s a river that always flows
through your heart and through your soul
older than the first word
and it never grows old