This Old River

          For Clyde Sanborn, 3/19/96
                 by Holly Graham

CHORUS:
	This old river comes and goes,
	And in its season, ebbs and flows.
	We'll miss your face around this town
	Since this old river took you down.

	Sure, this old river lets us roam,
	And this old river takes us home,
	They'll miss our faces 'round this town
	When this old river takes us down...

1.	This old river makes some bends,
	Some new beginnings, and some ends;
	We row sometimes or we drift and slide
	Like little boats upon the tide.

CHORUS (as above)

2.	We made a journey in my van
	And down to California ran,
	You talked of making a new start
	But this old river owned your heart.

3.	Who knows, friend, what came over you
	As you rowed homeward through the slough...
	What poems were singing in your head
	As through the sparkling stars you fled?

CHORUS (as above)

4.	Oh, this old river's like a poem,
	One that reminds us all of home...
	We up and leave, we come back 'round
	On ways this river takes us down...

CHORUS:
	This old river comes and goes
	And in its season, ebbs and flows.
	We'll miss your face around this town
	Since this old river took you down...
	
	But this old river lets us roam,
	And this old river takes us home...
	One day we'll all be homeward bound,
	When this old river takes us down...
	When this old river takes us down.