Black River Song

Black River runs beneath this ground
Black River flows forever, but he makes no sound
He runs through me here now, and he runs through your children too
He runs through every man, woman, living thing
He runs through the wires that feed your thinking too
Fading, growing, fa-fading, growing
Breathing, flowing, fa-fading, growing
Receiving the hands of Light that come down from up high
Receiving the hands that make their mark on the back of the sky
Receiving the days that feed the night
Receiving the years that run back through time
Black River’s born in the mouths of old and dying men
Black River flows through the belly of everyone
Fading, growing, fa-fading, growing
Breathing, receiving, fa-fading, growing