I'm going to find me a dying river

and strike a deal with her I'll say.

"I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away

to a place where your headwaters will flow

clean through to your mouth".

in return I'll request a small sanctuary

by her banks where we will live

with our small family

she will water our garden

and clean the dirt from our skin.

While the word clamours at our door

we will dance and not let them in.



and if one day we wake up to a bed dry as a bone

find our river stolen, find our sanctuary gone

we will stand and take stock and be grateful

for what we've not lost.

we will pack up our bags, pack our small family

head across the valley to where the aspen trees

shiver as they ascend-

the green hills rising to blue.

at the edge of the shopping we will turn

and bid fond ädieu".



All that I know to be true

is the touch of your hand on my skin.

one look from you can so easily soothe

all this turmoil within.

as we dance cheek to cheek

with our feet so completely

locked in a time all our own.

I stop to speak

but you gently keep me

moving in time to the song.

and in a voice that is sloppy with gin

you say, "let the world spin".



I'm going to find me a dying river

and strike a deal with her I'll say,

Ï'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away

to place where your headwaters will flow

clean through to your mouth".

in return I'll request a small sanctuary

by her banks where we will live

with our small family

she will water our garden

and clean the dirt from our skin.

while the world clamours at our door

we will dance and not let them in.