There is a river flowing
Not through earth’s pasture-land
Where buttercups are blowing
And shores are made of sand
There is a river gleaming
Not with slow, silver tide
Where now we lie a-dreaming
Against our lover’s side
There is a river running
No isle of barefoot bliss
Where summer-hearts are sunning
And old hearts reminisce
There is a river winding
Not through the tumbled grass
Nor ‘gainst the earthen binding
That holds its waters fast
There is a river roaring
Into a boundless sea
Its rushing waters pouring
Into eternity
There is a river passing
Twixt earth and Heaven's shore
Our final, farewell crossing
Into…forevermore
© Janet Martin
