The river flow, never gets old, Day after day as the seasons go. When the winter comes it starts to slow, But beneath the ice nothing stops its flow. The river flow, never gets old, Reflects sunlight with a glorious glow. Clears my head and cleanses my soul, Makes me happy and makes me whole. The river flow, never gets old. Always humbles me and lets me know. Keep up the hard work, sun or snow, Beautiful results will always show.