I was born by a river rolling past a town
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Given no direction...just told to keep my head down
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As I took my position,a man fired a gun
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I was so steeped in tradition I could not run
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I was raised by a river weaned upon the sky
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And in the mirror of the waters I saw myself learn to cry
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As the tears hit the surface I saw what had been done
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I gave feet to my freedom and I did run
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Someday later I saw the writing in the dust
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It told me how I should travel
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It told me who I was
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I ran far from the river...far as I could see
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And as the sun hit my shoulders, I felt it burning me
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How I longed for the waters as the fire raged
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How I longed for the river as I aged
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I will die by a river as it rolls away
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Bury me in the nighttime...do not waste the day
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High above the waters that roll on to the sea
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All the angels in heaven will laugh at me
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They will laugh at me....they will laugh at me
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They will laugh at me
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My life was naught but a river rolling through my brain
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Made of so many teardrops...made of so much pain
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The River
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| Dan Fogelberg |
