Black River

Still searching for my way

The right way to be

Still pondering

What I've doneI'm still thinking what I've said

Still finding from within

And all that I know

Is still not enoughI'm being held by the one

Shadow tormenting my soul

The curving neck of the swan

The slow turning of a bird?s headSo white its plumes and feathers

Its breast like the moon in waterSilent and tranquil it moves

On the river in the calmI wander back on familiar roads

I sense the marks I left on the hills

I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds

They make me muse on lifeUp the hill and the mountain

I look back, I look down

There flows the River of Death

And here the wind in my hair

Songwriters

PAUL JOHN WELLERPublished by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group