just about a hundred years or so ago
ten men rode their way down the mighty colorado
and as I read about their journey
I couldn't help but feel a very similar yearning
to mr. powell
 
and I wish that I could have been there with him
the way he talked about the river I could tell
the revelations he must have felt within himself
the realization of what a man's supposed to do, I feel it too
(FLUTE SOLO)
 
as they would ride over the waves
as they would glide over the waves
 
the river forged its way through the canyons
that were so high that the clouds would float within them
cascade fountains moss surrounded
on through a gorge grand beyond description
the river rolls
 
and like a whirlpool it sets my mind to spinnin'
can you imagine walls that went so high
the sky would be nothing more than a single thin blue line
and rocks would rainbow their way up to the sky
 
as they would ride over the waves
as they would glide over the waves
you'd hear then singing, singing
 
ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,
ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh