It is best to be a river.
This I know, this I know.

Oh, it’s good to be a tree
Firmly planted, bend and sway.
An intricate underground system
Deep wide stronger every day.
Limbs reach upward to the sun,
Roots tangled entwined with the earth,
Tightly tethered through the seasons
of rejuvenation and rebirth.
Yes, it’s good to be a tree
so firmly planted, bend and sway.
But a river can wash
all that dirt away.

It is best to be a river.
This I know. This I know.

Oh, it’s good to be a mountain
standing tall and standing still.
Steadfast strong and slightly stubborn,
A true testament of will.
Holding ground, foot planted firmly
As the rocks began to fall.
Through the years of wind and weather
Hardly changing face at all.
Yes, It’s good to be a mountain
Standing strongly standing still
But a river can turn a mountain into a gorge, into a hill.

It is best to be a river.
This I know. This I know.

Yes, it’s best to be a river.
To move to change to roll to flow
To shift to shrink to plunge to channel
To rage to roar to swell to grow.
It is best to be a river
Turn, wind, carve, reshape, resize,
To fall to be dashed on the rocks
and then again, again, to rise.
Yes, It’s best to be a river
Moving changing with the flow.
It is best to be a river.
This I know.
This I know.

It is best to be a river,
This, I know.

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The earworm… The Clash roots, rock rebel.

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