Poetry

Sunday, 24 March 2019

The River of Fortune


I sat by the buckets of sand all around
Brought up from the river
Placed on the bank
I was waiting with my buckets of sand all around
Waiting to build a new temple in thanks

Well it was only a river
A river of fortune
It was only a river to me
It was only a river,
Just a river of fortune
And I followed the river
That flowed into the sea

Well I walked up the mountains
To find its old source and
I searched for the gold at the end of the rainbow
And I followed the river, the river of fortune
I followed the river that flowed
Into the sea

Well I cleared all the tables
Threw white and sable
Flags over the things that were never meant to be
And the river took them all
All my possessions
And they carried them out and into the sea
It was only a river, a river of fortune
Only a river to me
It was only a river, just a small river
But I followed the river down into the sea

Well I fished on its banks
And cried and gave thanks
And it answered my prayers sometimes
And it gave back in barrels
When I sang of its carols
Oh the river of fortune
For the bold and the free

It was only a river, a river of fortune
Only a river to me
Only a river, just a small river
And I followed the river that went down to the sea

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