Roger Whittaker - River Lady (1981)

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Roger Whittaker
River Lady

Musik & Text: Greg Adams

Aus dem Album
"Changes", 1981


The day the river freezes,
is the day it won't seem fair,
'cuse they'll come to get the River Lady
and I don't think they'll care.
I know they'll scrape her paint off,
in their same old foolish ways.
Now the people see the river
but the old ship's gone away.

Water turns cold and gets to freezing
before you even know it, the old girl's easing.
Away from her birth, round by the point and out of our view.
Off in the mist her engines pounding,
back on the banks, that old horn's sounding,
a little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must do,
a little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must do.

I know I will remember,
when I cannot hear that horn,
that would roll up by the mountains,
as she took us through the storm.
I know they've got to take her,
but I can't say I approve,
'cause she's won so many battles
that I hate to see her lose.

Water turns cold and gets to freezing
before you even know it, the old girl's easing.
Away from her birth, round by the point and out of our view.
Off in the mist her engines pounding,
back on the banks, that old horn's sounding,
a little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must do,
a little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must do.

Water turns cold and gets to freezing
before you even know it, the old girl's easing.
Away from her birth, round by the point and out of our view.
Off in the mist her engines pounding,
back on the banks, that old horn's sounding,
a little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must do,
a little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must do.

Water turns cold and gets to freezing
before you even know it, the old girl's easing.
Away from her birth, round by the point and out of our view.
Off in the mist her engines pounding,
back on the banks, that old horn's sounding,
a little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must do,
a little goodbye, a little I'll do what I must do.

Water turns cold and gets to freezing
before you even know it, the old girl's easing.
Away from her birth, round by the point and out of our view.....