Black River Song

Black river runs
Beneath this ground
Black river runs forever
Makes no sound

Runs through you here and now
Runs through your children too
Runs through ever man, woman, living thing
Runs through the wire that feed your thinking, too

Fading, crawling, receiving, flowing
Abating, bleeding, bathing, crawling

I’ve seen the hands of the life
That come down from on high
Receiving the hands
That leave their marks on the back of the sky
Receiving the days that feed the nights
Receiving the years that run back through time

Black river is born in the mouths of all the dying men
Black river runs through the [?] of everyone

Fading, growing, receding, flowing