Of what I’ve seen I cannot tellnno words exist to pass it wellnbut the eyes of a child need to understandnwhat drove a man from his beloved landnnThey hear me speak with gentle tonguenthey hear the songs that need be sungnthey see the eyes but not the soulnfor that won’t come until they’re oldnnchorus:nRiver rolls by without a soundntrying not to disturb this sacred groundnthat keeps a child warm at nightnand keeps them belt buckles tightnnPotato was life then it was gonendid what it could then moved alongnseemed to carry the good Lord with it toonmaybe he had other things to donnSo sleep my child under peaceful skiesnfor I’ll comfort you when you shake and crynoh pray tell me years are fewnbut the good Lord has returned in younn(chorus)