| Lyrics: | HARPSICHORD INTRO)
just about a hundred years or so ago
ten men rode their way down the
mighty colorado
and as I read about their journey
I couldn't help but feel a very similar
yearning
to mr. powell
and I wish that I could have been there with
him
the way he talked about the river I could tell
the revelations he must have felt
within himself
the realization of what a man's supposed to do, I feel it too
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SOLO)
as they would ride over the waves
as they would glide over the
waves
the river forged its way through the canyons
that were so high that the
clouds would float within them
cascade fountains moss surrounded
on through a gorge grand
beyond description
the river rolls
and like a whirlpool it sets my mind to
spinnin'
can you imagine walls that went so high
the sky would be nothing more than a
single thin blue line
and rocks would rainbow their way up to the sky
as they
would ride over the waves
as they would glide over the waves
you'd hear then singing,
singing
ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,
ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh |
