I held my own in de JaneironOn the day they went to warnAnd my father was a heronBut he never did say morennAnd me I'm just a lonely high guynKeep my head above the groundnSinging songs and selling flowersnAnd living out in this old townnHi li li li linWhoa whoa whoa nHi li li li li linnNow I can think of different storiesnThat I used to hear at nightnAs we worked out in the old fieldsnIn the twighlight of our livesnnAt night I dreamt I saw a mountainnAnd a river and a seanI dreamt of 50,000 peoplenAnd they were smiling back at menHi li li li linWhoa whoa whoa nHi li li li li linnWay down beneath the treesnA village fast asleepnI think that I belong therennNow I can still see that old rivernSee it shine a million milesnThrough the heart of SaranidanTo the banks of wide canalnAnd I have always loved that rivernI like the way it moves so slownAnd I think I'm like that rivernA place to wonder and to roamnHi li li li linWhoa whoa whoa nHi li li li li li