Black River Song

Black river runs Beneath this ground Black river runs forever Makes no sound Runs through you here and now Runs through your children too Runs through ever man, woman, living thing Runs through the wire that feed your thinking, too Fading, crawling, receiving, flowing Abating, bleeding, bathing, crawling I’ve seen the hands of the life That come down from on high Receiving the hands That leave their marks on the back of the sky Receiving the days that feed the nights Receiving the years that run back through time Black river is born in the mouths of all the dying men Black river runs through the [?] of everyone Fading, growing, receding, flowing