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River Wide

When I was a little girl

In the long days of July

Lying on my back beneath the pines

Baby birds up in the trees

Trying to learn to sing

Falling to the ground ‘till they find their wings

           Then come the cool days of September

           I’d see them taking to the sky

CHORUS:      ‘Cross the river wide

                       The river wide

                       Will I ever fly to the other side?

Eighteen and living on my own

With my mattress on the floor

Yamaha guitar on the wall

Watching music on TV Austin City Limits Live

Wondering what that life would be like

           Pulled that guitar down, started playing

           And time just disappeared

CHORUS:      ‘Cross a river wide

                       A river wide

                       One day I’ll fly to the other side

BRIDGE:        Birds inside a room

                       Trying to get out

                       Circling the rafters at night

                       And if they make it free

                       They won’t be lost

                       They’ll move together

                       ‘Cross the river wide, river wide

So many things you cling to in this life

Most you cannot hold

Or prove to be just fool’s gold

The possibilities of flight

The chance to soar above

Maybe in the end, that’s enough

           We fly as far as we are meant to

           And finally we are meant to go

CHORUS:      Across a river wide

                       The river wide

                       Will I ever fly to the other side?

                       To the other side?