It’s true, she loves the river
And its steady constant force
The ocean is just leftovers
And she prefers the source
She leads me through the briars
Stinging nettle, oak, and sorrow
Some pain for the present moment
But the rest we’ll save for tomorrow
The path is narrow and overgrown
If it’s even a path at all
Two roads diverged and we took neither
She heard the river’s call
Down the bank we scrambled and slid
Grasping roots along the way
These roots they hold back mountains
They can hold us here today
Scraped and bruised and winded
At last we find relief
We swim and laugh and stub our toes
Even blessings hold some grief
My mind drifts off to the coast and its songs
Why oh why am I here?
I followed her and would do it again
But we should have brought more beer
How we ended up together
A mystery untold
I am a pool of simple pleasures
She is the mountain, faithful and bold
It’s true, she loves the river
And its steady constant force
The ocean is just leftovers
And she prefers the source
