The Singing River
There’s a river that runs down through the canyon,
That is high in the mountains of the West.
Clear mountain water rushing down through the valley,
It’s a river of Mother Nature’s best
And it sings, that singing river.
And it sings to you and me,
Yes, it sings, that singing river,
As it rolls through the valley to the sea.
It’s a river that dances in the sunlight,
As it plunges through the canyon white with corn.
Clear mountain water rushing down through the valley
As it rolls by my singing river home.
As it crosses the prairie it grows wider and wider.
As it flows through the city, it grows still.
As it passes the factories it grows sadder and sadder
As it’s waters with garbage, start to fill.
If the river is going to last forever
Then it’s going to take all of us to care.
Clean mountain water rushing down through the valley
Will take all of us to keep it there.