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There's A River

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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

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