Hold me river,
Here’s my bones.
Look at all those river stones,
Forming patterns on the shore,
of the man I was before.

Clothes now dripping off the line.
Stubborn sun don’t want to shine.
If I could turn it back don’t know,
Don’t know what I’d forego.

She’s the girl with the crooked grin,
Thoughts all waiting to begin.
She’s the one with the spools of thread,
Colors always in her head.

And I’m the boy in the chestnut trees.
I’m the boy still on his knees.
I’m the one in the crumpled clothes.
I’m the boy who comes and goes.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
Oh momma I’m fine.
Don’t worry all the time.
Don’t worry all the time.

Oh that fire burned so fast.
Promises they couldn’t last.
Pictures in those wooden frames,
Faces now don’t look the same.

And all the lessons that we learned,
All of that too quickly burned,
In the river down below,
All those ashes floated slow.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
Oh momma I’m fine.
Don’t worry all the time.
Oh, I’m coming home.
Sweet river take me home.
Sweet river take me home.
Sweet river take me home.

Rock me river here I am.
Come on take me back again.
Rock me river, rock me slow.
Take me where I’m meant to go.
With all those ashes floating slow.
With all those ashes floating slow.
With all those ashes floating slow.