The River of Love

I fall in love
again
every time
I watch
her swim
downstream.

Her brown
breasts
beneath the sky,
in the heat
of July
she drifts by
like a dream.

And the
thoughts
she has
that ebb and flow,
will I ever know
where they go
to find their rest?

Do they run
back
to land?
Do they run
back
to the man
who knows
her best?

But I know
the river of love
has no shore.

The river of love
has no shore.

And if I should
lose her,
I’d never accuse
her of being untrue.

Who could I
blame?
I know you
can’t tame
the currents
inside of you.

So I sit by
the muddy bank
and I thank
the stars
that shine on us,
whether we’re
together
or apart.

I’m in
no hurry
and there’s nothing
that can worry
my open
heart.

For I know
the river of love
has no shore.

The river of love
has no shore.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2008)

 

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