River run, river flow |
| Spinning wheels and fishing reels |
| And cockeled shell perfume |
| Woolen shores and marketstores |
| And flowers in full bloom |
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| Understanding people |
| Who will never stop and stare |
| That is where I want to be |
| River – won't you carry me back there? |
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| River run, river flow |
| Take me where I long to go |
| There's a place you will find |
| Not too far away |
| It's quite near today, in my mind |
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| Village full of cottages |
| That no one ever planned |
| Only cotton tablecloths |
| But always made by hand |
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| Cobbled stones and herring bones |
| And sailboats gleaming white |
| That's the shore I'm looking for |
| Hope we make it by the morning light |
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| River run, river flow |
| Take me where I want to go |
| There's a place you will find |
| Not too far away |
| It's quite near today, in my mind |
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| River run, river flow |
| Take me where I want to go |
| There's a place you will find |
| Not too far away |
| It's quite near today, in my mind |
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| Riding on the riverboat |
| And moving pretty slow |
| But I know I'm gonna make it |
| 'Cause the good Lord told me so |
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| River run, river flow |
| Take me where I want to go |
| There's a place you will find |
| Not too far away |
| It's quite near today, in my mind |
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| River run, river flow |
| Take me where I want to go |
| There's a place you will find |
| Not too far away |
| It's quite near today, in my mind |
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| Ooh... in my mind |
| Ooh... in my mind |