The river flows, oh, gently on by
Like winding roads on mountainsides
The bottles drift and break the water's glass
The river's bed is down below
The piles of chemicals and dirty snow
And strives to see the light of day again
Home, home
The tide recedes and sadly reveals
The river's truth that doesn't appeal
The human stain that can't be washed away
The water glistens as it gently flows
It sits there waiting as the rowers row
To be the clean majestic beast it once was, again
Home, home