A River Is Gone

Andy Hill

A River Is Gone
( © Words and Music by Andy Hill)

A river is gone where I was raised
Where power flowed and children bathed
Now the air is hot and dry
A fire breathing forth the dawn
In the land where I was raised
A river is gone

A minister wept amid flames and violence
Four tiny epitaphs
A prophet silenced
Tonight the choirs of 16th Street rise like angels in a song
And a spirit carries on
Where a river is gone

And from the faith that died here
A million hopes are newly born

If I look closely perhaps Iíll see
An outline of what once was
And one day may be
Itís in the wind for now
Enshrined in memory
Cut it loose
Set it free
Shine on
Shine anywhere a river is gone
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