Lyrics

Red sky evening in an old river town
Things get quiet as the sun goes down
Till it?s just you and the night
And the moon on the hill
And the wisdom of the water
Running deep and still

It tells a story from the mountain that talks about the sea
A water song sung in rocky harmony
Of every raindrop that?s fallen
Every wind that?s blown
It?s the story of the river
And it?s written in stone

But it?s getting hard to hear that river anymore
Ore the highway?s hum
And the engine?s roar

High in the mountains
Where the wise man goes alone
Every river tells a story
And it?s written in stone

It?s carved out its record through the rocks and sand
With the gentle touch of a loving hand
Of how it served and preserved us, as our own life blood
Left us dry as a bone
And lost in the flood
Of how we?ve used and abused it, and turned it into rain
That burns the leaves off the trees
That once stood on its banks
Of how we threaten our children, and filthy its flow
I?ve heard that river singing
We?ll reap what we sow

Well I?m no Moses
And there?s no burning bush in sight
But I?ve seen that waterfall
With its shimmering light

And high in the mountains
Where the wise man goes alone
Every river tells a story
And it?s written in stone

High in the mountains
Where the wise man goes alone
Every river tells a story
And it?s written in stone
Words and Music by Joe Flood and Jim Weider