The Bend In The River

Past the first bend in the river

Is another bend I can’t see

The bend that keeps hiding from me

Past the first hill on the desert

Is another hill I can’t see

is the hill that keeps calling to me

In the cottonwood by the river

A mourning dove calls his mate

He has true love to give her

But love for me must wait

Till I’ve traveled every river

And each desert hill I have climbed

If I find love to my liking

I’ll leave the river’s bend far behind

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