Once the Sachems told a story Of a land the Great Spirit blessed And the people followed the legend From the great water in the west. They they stopped where they found That the fishing was good The earth it was fertile, Game ran in the wood
[Refrain twice] And I could be happy just spending my days On the river that flows both way-ay-ay-ays.
First came the trappers, then the traders Their own fortunes for to find And the valley treated them kindly So the farmers followed close behind Then the sloops sailed well laden 'round the batter With flour from Yonkers, fur from Albany
[Repeat Refrain]
Writers and painters have shown its beauty In its waters and on the shore While musicians sing its praises And keep alive the river's lore with the sun settin' golden o'er the Palisades Afternoon ends and the daylight fades
[Repeat Refrain]
Maybe it's the moonshine; maybe it's the starlight Reflected in Haverstraw Bay Maybe it's the fog that rolls off the highlands At the break of a brand new day But apple cider and pumpkins, strawberries and corn Make the people of the river glad they've been born.
[Repeat Refrain]
I'll be at the Clearwater Festival over Father's Day weekend.
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“The River That Flows Both Ways”
© 1980 Rick Nestler
Once the Sachems told a story
Of a land the Great Spirit blessed
And the people followed the legend
From the great water in the west.
They they stopped where they found
That the fishing was good
The earth it was fertile, Game ran in the wood
[Refrain twice]
And I could be happy just spending my days
On the river that flows both way-ay-ay-ays.
First came the trappers, then the traders
Their own fortunes for to find
And the valley treated them kindly
So the farmers followed close behind
Then the sloops sailed well laden 'round the batter
With flour from Yonkers, fur from Albany
[Repeat Refrain]
Writers and painters have shown its beauty
In its waters and on the shore
While musicians sing its praises
And keep alive the river's lore
with the sun settin' golden o'er the Palisades
Afternoon ends and the daylight fades
[Repeat Refrain]
Maybe it's the moonshine; maybe it's the starlight
Reflected in Haverstraw Bay
Maybe it's the fog that rolls off the highlands
At the break of a brand new day
But apple cider and pumpkins, strawberries and corn
Make the people of the river glad they've been born.
[Repeat Refrain]
I'll be at the Clearwater Festival over Father's Day weekend.
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