I remember morning on the river
when the sun would warm my sleepy eyes
and the birds on the wing from the marshes
would leave their nests and fill the sky
 
who's to say a man cannot be wealthy
when all he has to show is his dream
if he knows the endless freedom of the river
who's to say a man cannot be king
 
(oooh oooh ohh)
[this part is much too complex for details -sorry!]
 
I remember evening on the river
rollin' like a wheel past ol' sand bars
the birds would all return to the marshes
drifting like a cloud through all the stars
 
who's to say a man cannot be wealthy
when all he has to show is his dream
if he knows the endless freedom of the river
who's to say a man cannot be king