There's a place we love to go,
With our baby girl, where the river flows,
And the day floats away, like paper boats out on the bay
And fills me more than I can say.
We're going to the river, going to the river,
Goin' to the river, goin, goin' goin' goin' gone,
And when we hear that river rushing by, by by,
Nothing stays the same for very long.
A little girl changes everything
Cuz she knows the songs that the river sings,
And if you hold her close up to your ear,
She'll sing the words so you can hear,
Makes you wonder who's the wise one here.
Chorus:
When I'm stuck in the city's race,
With a furrowed brow and a worried face,
I call my girl, and I tell her Mom,
The river says it's time for us to come,
And off we ride to where the river runs.