Oh, you walk so slowly Under the pull of this high tide Thinking about the old days Thinking about these lines February down by the shore The waters never freeze Despite the ice and snow The snow up to your knees Bright gray skies make your eyes feel sore As you walk into the breeze All you had to know You knew when you were three...Learn More

Hey green river what can I do? If it's alright I'll walk next to you Sit in the shade of your beechwood trees Don't you know these days I ain't hard to please Sprinklers coming on A shower in your lawn And the runoff feeds the flow of your muddy waters And many thousand friends Lay before your concrete banks Cause you know we are all your sons and...Learn More