Down by the River....

Singing>

Down by the river, where the ducks fly,
a catfish was jumping and a turtle
strolled by.

A tree had fallen and the log did
some callin to sit and watch,
the blue sky.

I started dreaming and I declare,
there was some kind of magic,
going on here.

My heart started moanin and my
knees to shake, I was sure this
was, no mistake.

I saw the shadows on the clouds
that day, a form of lovers, in
the clouds lay.

The barge pushing coal, caused
a real big wave, I heard it splash
against the rocks, that day.

Wake up darling, I am no foul,
you touched, the spirit of my very
soul.

Soaring with the wind, we took flight,
mighty special, with you by my side.

Down by the river, where the ducks fly,
a catfish was jumping and a turtle
strolled by.

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