Of what I've seen I cannot tellno words exist to pass it 
well
but the eyes of a child need to understand
what drove a man from his beloved land
They hear me speak with gentle tongue
they hear the songs that need be sung
they see the eyes but not the soul
for that won't come until they're old
chorus:
River rolls by without a sound
trying not to disturb this sacred ground
that keeps a child warm at night
and keeps them belt buckles tight
Potato was life then it was gone
did what it could then moved along
seemed to carry the good Lord with it too
maybe he had other things to do
So sleep my child under peaceful skies
for I'll comfort you when you shake and cry
oh pray tell me years are few
but the good Lord has returned in you
(chorus)