The river flows oh gently on by
Like winding roads on mountainsides
The bottles draft and break the waters' glass
The river's bed is down below
The piles of chemicals and dirty snow
And strives to see the light of day again
The tide recedes and sadly reveals
A river's truth the doesn't appeal
The human stain the can't be washed away
The water glistens as it gently flows
It sits there waiting as the rowers row
To be the clean majestic beast it once was, again
