River - John Denver

River, there are no stars in the city

Here there is no telephone in the trees

Beautiful days all on the water

And all I can do is write you a letter

River, it’s cold here in the morning

Later, I can see it in your eyes

Mild and white, we follow the canyons

Quiet at night, we stare at the sky

Leaving you now will never change things

Running away will just change the view

All I can see is the highway

All I can see is you

River, you’ll carry me thru the fire

Maybe you’ll drown me in your arms

But if I die like that

It won’t be like dying

When I rise again, the ashes are gone

Leaving you now will never change me

Running away will just change the view

All I can see is the highway

All I can see is you

Written by Renee Armand & Marty Gwinn, l980