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A River For Him

Emmylou Harris

I crossed on the river,
There'll be no returning;
I crossed all the bridges,
I watched them all burning.

And now I'm a stranger,
To a strange land I'm driven;
Where all is forgotten,
And nothing's forgiven.

But I cried a river,
A river for him;
That's deeper and wider,
Than I'll ever swim.

The heart, it will harden,
The sorrow will dim;
But I cried a river,
A river for him.

I think of him now,
On the road I am taking;
And wonder how long,
His heart will be breaking.

But he'll never hear when
The teardrops are falling;
Or the sound of my voice
And the name I'm calling.

But I cried a river,
A river for him;
That's deeper and wider,
Than I'll ever swim.

The heart, it will harden,
The sorrow will dim;
But I cried a river,
A river for him.

So weep for the sons,
And the dear darling daughters;
For the passing of time,
And the parting of waters.

For all who have passed through,
This world long before me;
To a far distant shore line,
Where no one waits for me.

But I cried a river,
A river for him;
That's deeper and wider,
Than I'll ever swim.

The heart, it will harden,
The sorrow will dim;
But I cried a river,
A river for him.

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