Back in the 80's I learned the melody and would murder a few of the verses, so I thought I should take the time to learn the song. It has always been a favorite; except that our river is 5 miles away, it reminds me a lot of our house.
Where I live there is a river, and it freezes with the cold
All except some open water ‘neath the bridge
And the ducks that gather there, black and red they fill the
air
Wingin’ in across the pines along the ridge
And in the early morning sun silver mare breaks on the run
Across the fields and out along the little streams
Movin’ like the winter wind beyond the fence and back again
She loves the time she’s smooth as anything I’ve seen
There’s a field of winter rye that smells sweet when it is
high
Whispers to you so you almost cannot hear
Shining like a satin sea beneath the moon when it is spring
It falls beneath the cutters blade, a little year.
There’s a tree that stands out back, waiting for the falling
axe
To split its rings and show it’s secrets deep inside.
Year’s of drought and little growth, Year’s of good it’s
seen them both
And Now it’s there and waiting only for the fire
There’s a truck that’s broken down, that I used to take to
town
Until the axel went and I left it there to die, I’ll get it
fixed I used to say
That was back before the day, things got busy and I never
had the time.
Where I live there is a road, that seen me come and seen me
go
Taken me so far I thought I lost my way, Back to where my
life is slow
Back to everything I know, back again to where that river
slips away.
Where I live there is a road, that seen me come and seen me
go
Taken me so far I thought I lost my way, Where I live there
is my heart
It won’t be long before I start, back again to where that
river slips away
It won’t be long before I start, back again to where that
river slips away
Written by Bill Staines © Mineral River Records 1982
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