When the time keeps passing and the world goes round <br />and the sea is crashing at the cliffs and the sounds <br />erupting as the seabirds cry, you can watch the river <br />as the time goes by <br /> <br />And it's like it's holy and it can be hell <br />and you feel so lonely and you fear the smell <br />of the guns that fire then you see the light <br />of a rainbow dawning and you realise <br />that the river's flowing as the time goes by <br /> <br />And you met the people and you knew them well <br />and you said you loved them and you rang the bell <br />in the tree of life you watched them grow <br />and the world is turning as the river flows <br /> <br />The earth smells good and the sky turns gold <br />when the birds are singing and you bless the old <br />you can kiss your woman and it feels so right <br />as you touch the river as the time goes by <br /> <br />As you stand barefoot upon the morning shore <br />and you feel the centuries of death and war <br />and the wind is biting and it tears your skin <br />and the river's flowing where its always been <br /> <br />And the river washes and the river's clean <br />and the soul remembers where the river's been <br />as you watch it tumble and you watch it flow <br />your life's a river now you know, now you know <br />your life's a river now you know.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-a-river/
