The River

I was always told to stay away;
the river would pull me in.
I would sit on the sandbanks
and close my eyes,
as the river would continue to stay.
Its arms branch out to embrace.
Oh, River! The River!

The packs, they come.
The ships, they sail.
The kids, they grow.
The cars, they pass.
People continue to come and go,
to their lives away,
but by the river I stay.
Oh, River! The River!

Oh, my River,
my sister!