My life is like the river it just keeps on runin’. Every day and every night it’s busy and doin’ it right.
Sometimes it’s blue skies and rain bows and then there’s storm clouds and sorrows, but it keeps on rollin along, singing it’s song, big river.
There’s days when the waters high and muddy and days when you and a fishin’ buddy float lazy along enjoying the song, big river.
Don’t know when it started, how many times it parted, but it goes on night and day runnin’ toward the bay, big river.
Some seasons it’s a taker and some times it’s a giver, but it’s always makin’ a statement, big river.
Tha traffic goes across it at 70 and the barges move slowly along, but year upon year it keeps singing it’s song, big river.
My banks have been full and then down to a trickle, my pockets fat and then down to a nickel but I just keep moving on like that ole big river.
I’ve known the wild flowers of spring and a sweet young lover, a gentle breeze on a summer night and ice on the windows and not enough cover.
Been up and been down like that mighty river had joy unspeakable and hard times that would make you shiver. I’ve been to the alter a few times to start new and to start over and I’ve left my love in a field of clover. My tears have been born of joy, and hard times have made them pour like that ole big river.
My steps are slower, my gaze a bit lower and I’ve learned to let the water have it’s way. The sun will shine and the birds tweet a tune but I expect the storm clouds and chilly wind will come this way soon, so I keep on rollin’ along like a that big ole river.
I can’t control it, it goes where it will, so I’ll appreciate the scenery the valleys and hills…
And when my time is done under the sun and my battles have been finally won, I’ll keep on living by God’s big ole river.