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, grow-owing
 Breathing, flowing
 Fa-fading, growing
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 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
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 Fading, growing
 Fa-fading, flow-owing
 Breathing, receiving
 Fa-fading, grow-owing