Sunday, January 21, 2007

Black Muddy River

Bernard Bortnick


August 29,1923 -January 22,2007


When the last rose of summer pricks my fingers
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
When I can't hear the song for the singer
And I can't tell my pillow from a stone




I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
Sing me a song of my own




When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain
And the stars seem to splatter in the sky
When the moon splits the south west horizon
And scream of an eagle on the fly




I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And listen to the ripples as they moan
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
Sing me a song of my own


Black muddy river Roll on forever
I don't care how deep and wide
If you got another side
Roll muddy river
Roll muddy river
Black muddy river, roll




When it seems like the night will last forever
And there's nothing left to do but count the years
When the strings of my heart start to sever
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears


I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And dream me a dream of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
Sing me a song of my own


And sing me a song of my own




2 Comments:

At 4:18 AM, Anonymous robin said...

first thing i did when i heard your call was check for this. we certainly had it all... i love you - robin

 
At 7:57 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

the last two blogs have brought tears to my eyes...and i agree with robin - you all certainly have had it all, which must make it so much harder to say goodby. love, rosa

 

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