In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings From the wide open sea There's a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps To the old Willow tree There's a sailor who dies Full of beer, full of cries

Out from dreams Of tall cascading fontains I'm floating like a dove Covered from above With fountains of love

To court and spark Love came to my door With a sleeping roll And a madman's soul He thought for sure I'd seen him Dancing up a river in the dark Looking for a woman He was playing on the sidewalk For passing change

Clap your hands now Liquid spirit And fill your water tank Go ‘head and clap your hands now Un re-route the rivers Let the dammed water be There’s some people down the way that’s thirsty Watch what happens when the people catch wind Dip down and take a

Shout baby shout I know my baby she just shook and jumped and shout I'm gonna send my baby a brand new 20 dollar bill Lake Michigan ain't no river Chicago ain't no Hillie town My baby left town you know she left me a mule to ride If that don't bring her

Rivers belong where they can ramble Gotta find my corner Gotta find my corner of the sky, sky Everything has its season Everything has its time Show me a reason And I'll soon show you a rhyme Cats sit on the window sill Children sit in the show

Moon river wider than a mile Two drifters off to see the world I'm crossing you in style someday (someday, day) A dream maker (maker, maker) My heartbreaker (you heartbreaker) Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' that way (the same, the same) There's such a

Take me down to the river Underneath the blood orange sun Say my name like a scripture Keep my heart beating like a drum Legendary lovers, we could be legendary Legendary lovers, we should be legendary Never knew I could see something so clearly looking

Ain't no valley low enough Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you babe 'Cause baby there ain't no mountain high enough I'll be there on the double Ain't no mountain high enough Listen baby, ain't no mountain high Ain't no valley low,

Down by the river on a Friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee Never knew how much that muddy water meant to