The River Songtext
von Stan Lee Cole

You know where to start
Just don′t know where it ends
There are things you foresee
But the river bends
The sky could be falling
Clouds descend
You're on your own
Facing a thousand men

Any fight, any fall
Any loss, any wall
Any high, any hole
Somehow the river flows
Any place, any love
Any ride, any course
Somehow the river flows
Somehow the river flows
Somehow the river flows


You′re aiming for fortune
But you don't have a clue
Always something missing
In your stale view
The winds are howling
You can't get through
A future pile of things to do

Any fight, any fall
Any loss, any wall
Any high, any hole
Somehow the river flows
Any place, any love
Any ride, any course
Somehow the river flows
Somehow the river flows
Somehow the river flows

Sometimes the river′s wild
Sometimes the river′s dry
Sometimes the river's cold
Sometimes rivers die
Sometimes the river just goes on
Sometimes you just go on

Somehow the river flows
Somehow the river flows