River
Kneeling on the hillside I heard my momma scream
now I just lay me down with my hand in the trickling stream
of the cool green water
just a poor man’s daughter and all that I have is dream

River, water
Hear me, I am your daughter
There must be, there must be, something better for me

I’m not a first born, but my momma she gave no sons
she flew from the bridge to her stone salvation
weighed down by the work she’d done in the cool green water

River, water
Hear me, I am your daughter
There must be, there must be, something better for me

They want me wedded on Wednesday
I won’t be there
Don’t want to be like my poor momma,
picking burrs from the herd dog’s hair
in the cool green water…

River, water
Hear me, I am your daughter
There must be, there must be, something better for me