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