THE RIVER'S EDGE

J. Goodwin
November 7, 1990

I used to go there in younger days
I could easily reveal my thoughts
I haven't been there for quite some time
I guess in ways I've changed
There, the river flowed of honesty
And the trees were my only friends
I'd dream for hours on the river's edge
Beside that fallen tree

I went there one cold winter's night
When the river was frozen still
I heard the ice crack beneath my feet
But I had no will to live
I guess that I was fortunate
That the ice had held my weight
I used to look at things too hard
I suppose that I still do
But when it comes to deep thought
That's the place my mind will be
Down by the river's edge
Beside that fallen tree

I used to go there in my dreams
And I'd feel so secure
As the world around me tumbled
I could be sure it'd still be there
There's still a place in my heart
And in my mind I'll always be
Down by the river's edge
Beside that fallen tree.