Other Side Of The River | Greg Champion

If I could I know I would
Have myself boat of wood
Then I could cross over to
The other side of the river

I could be the one who waits
The one who has the boat to take
Those who want to travel to
The other side of the river

Sometimes late into the night
Long before the morning light
When troubled thoughts disturb my dreams
And the wind gives me a shiver

As I lay upon my floor
Someone will knock upon my door
Asking if I’ll take them to
The other side of the river

And when we’re on that water wide
Taken by the evening tide
I’ll bring out my old lute and play
Songs about the river

And miles away from either shore
I’ll tell the tales of those before
Who’ve come to make the journey to
The other side of he river