The River Songtext
von John Bottomley

Be yourself whatever happens
In our time of the assasins
Creep and crawl the road will wind
Cause Mona Droom has been leading the blind
Magic potion of the air
I′m in the mood for something precious and rare

It's rich at the mouth of the river
It′s rich at the mouth of the river
It's rich at the mouth of the river
From his daughter


Oh well, well, well
I've seen a dry spell sugar and the waters low
I′ve been out nightfishing in a burning boat
Singing songs with the paddle strokes
Laying in the water when the whistle blows

Spoon of the whalebone the turtle run
Can′t go pleasing everyone
The frogs the beavers the otters speak
I read it in a book in blue jacket creek
Sometimes the world can be so unfair
But don't you worry don′t despair

It's rich at the mouth of the river
It′s rich at the mouth of the river
It's rich at the mouth of the river
From his daughter
La Ia Ia Ia la

It′s rich at the mouth of the river
It's rich at the mouth of the rivet


Mother Superior she knows best
Water possesses the power to bless