The Silver River

Jacket, shirt and shoes,
his socks and trousers;
that bundle neat on the bank;
a small crowd watching from the bridge.

-the silver river running-

He was coming from a game of cards, late;
the winnings were in his pocket.
There had been a woman,
they had even visited the priest,

-the silver river running-

but that’s long ago now.
He worked the farm,
a good worker, his neighbours said,
always busy with the tractor.

-the silver river running-

He lived with his mother,
who cooked his meals and managed the money.
Now she was a great farming woman,
everyone agreed

and that’s how the silver river ran.