John Illsley Let The River Flow.
A full moon tide sweeps in
to wash the sand to white
a fairytale keeps a child wide eyed at night
a golden band could bring such happiness
a dream of you and me
or a heaven for times of loneliness.
Won't you take my hand at the picture show
I love to sit with you and Let the River Flow
Let the River Flow.
I hear a church bell ring
there's people searchin' for the Holy Ghost
but now our daily bread
gets delivered like the morning post
Rock of Ages pass they pass
like ships that dance by in the night
this dream keeps haunting me
only to get shattered by the first morning light.
Won't you take my hand at the picture show
I love to sit with you and Let the River Flow
Let the River Flow.
Well it makes no sense to me
so close yet so far apart
a sailor lost at sea
with the promise from his lover's heart
can't stop this circle of fear
I'm like a priest whose confessing alone
at the end of the street a dark man appears
and cuts me right through to the bone.
Won't you take my hand at the picture show
so good to sit with you and Let the River Flow
Let the River Flow.
