I'm going to find me a dying river
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And strike a deal with her I'll say,
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"I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away
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To a place where your headwaters will flow
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Clean through to your mouth."
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In return I'll request a small sanctuary
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By her banks where we will live with our small family
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She will water our garden and clean the dirt from our skin.
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While the world clamours at our door
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We will dance and not let them in.
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And if one day we wake up to a bed dry as a bone
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Find our river stolen, find our sanctuary gone
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We will stand and take stock and be grateful
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For what we've not lost.
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We will pack up our bags, pack our small family
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Head across the valley to where the aspen trees
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Shiver as they ascend - the green hills rising to blue.
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At the edge of the chopping we will turn
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And bid fond "adieu".
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All that I know to be true
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Is the touch of your hand on my skin.
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One look from you can so easily soothe
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All this turmoil within
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As we dance cheek to cheek
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With our feet so completely
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Locked in a time all our own.
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I stop to speak
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But you gently keep me
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Moving in time to the song.
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And in a voice that is sloppy with gin
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You say, "let the world spin."
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I'm going to find me a dying river
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And strike a deal with her I'll say,
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"I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away
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To place where your headwaters will flow
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Clean through to your mouth."
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In return I'll request a small sanctuary
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By her banks where we will live with our small family
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She will water our garden and clean the dirt from our skin.
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While the world clamours at our door
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We will dance and not let them in.
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River Waltz
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Cowboy Junkies |