The River

«I come from down in the valley where mister when you´re young

They bring you up to do like you daddy done

Me and Mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen

We´d ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green

We´d go down to the river

And to the river we´d dive

Oh down to the river we´d ride

Then I got Mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote

And for my nineteen birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat

We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest

No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle

No flowers no wedding dress

That night we went down to the river

I got a job working construction for thr Jonhstown Company

But lately there ain´t been much work on account of the economy

Now all those things that seemd so important

Well mister they vanished right into the air

Now I just act like I don´t remenber,

Mary acts like she don´t care

But I remember us riding in my brother´s car

Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir

At night on them banks I´d lie awake

And pull her close just to feel each breath she´d take

Now those memories come back to haunt me

they haunt me like a curse

Is a dream a lie if it don´t come true

Or is it something worse that sends me

down to the river, though I know the river is dry»

Para todos os casais que vão esmorecendo com o tempo, que vão deixando apagar as suas chamas, que vão deixando de voar.

Quando os sonhos não se realizam, tornam-se mentiras ou pesadelos?