Flow river flow,
Take my dreams along on your paper boat,
To a place I'll never know,
And carry on till the dawn breaks free of mourning,
Ah! For a wooden toy soldier,
And a child who's face I used to know,
Drawing circles in the sand,
Sing bluebird sing,
A song about a mockingbird,
Tellin' of tales i'll never know,
And carry on till the dawn breaks free of mourning,
Ah! For a Native born stranger,
To each his own concrete torn struggle,
Running circles in the sand,
Blow cold wind blow,
Pull the dying leaves from the melting snow,
To a time I won't let go,
And carry on till the dawn breaks free of mourning,
Ah! For the man I used to be,
And for the dreaming child that I once was,
Tracing circles in the sand...
And ten years from now will you still find me be,
Searching for a town called Justice in the Land of the Free?
