Dana Falconberry Crooked River
Run, little crooked river, run
Down the mountainside from whence you've come
Never turn around to look behind thee
Travel safely, swiftly through the pine trees
Run, little crooked river, run
(hum)
Flow, little crooked river, flow
Never mind which way the wind will blow
Keep a steady pace about your course
Overtake each pass but use not force
Flow, little crooked river, flow
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Rush, little crooked river, rush
In between the elms and through the brush
Carry sticks and twigs upon your back
Tumble, turn, and fall, but lose not track
Rush, little crooked river, rush
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Wind, little crooked river, wind
Wind until the open sea you find
And marvel your arrival in the clean air
And do take time to breathe it when you get there
Wind, little crooked river, wind
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
