The young lad sat by the river
Dreaming of days yet to be
Of days in the sun, of loves yet to be won
On the banks of the Mississippi
And the River rolled on.

The old man sat by the river
Dreaming of days gone by
Of days in the sun, of loves that he had won
Beneath a summertime sky
And the River rolled on.

They found him there by the river
On a chilly December day
And wondered at his smile, all the while
They carried his body away
And the River rolled on.

©Richard