River

The river runs cold
as free as these stones are old
own through the valley
where the mountains hold
a little bit of heaven
and a whole lot of gold

The river runs wild
like a young Cherokee child
He's gonna be free
'til the day he dies
Little bit of stone
and a whole lot of sky

The River Ran High
The day my daddy died
He's buried in the valley
where the mountains hold
a little bit of heaven
and a whole lot of gold

The river runs cold
as free as these stones are old
own through the valley
where the mountains hold
a little bit of heaven
and a whole lot of gold