The River

We walk along long sandy road
Squeeze my hand
I wanna show where I use to go
Sixteen horses pass us by
Nobody knows what’s in our souls
Don’t be afraid we’ll be alone
In place where, where I use to go

Rocking to the river
We gotta go through this deep the river son

You have to know it was far away from here
This trip is long but you will be glad
If you see this place I promise you that
The sun has died but old moon will show us way
Let’s take a break tomorrow we will get there