River of Sand
River of sand
You're a line in God's hand
You're a holy water

Imagine the pines that once scratched at clouds
Or those high finned graylings, now none can be found
The anglers in tweed the old photos show
They were standing right here some life times ago.
River of Sand
River of sand
You're a line in God's hand,
You're a holy water.

The brook trout and brown hold in your current divine
These centennials face parades of life that bind
Up from the bottom and out to the air,
the cycles unbroken, it's always been there.
River of Sand
River of sand
You're a line in God's hand.
You're a holy water.

This water moves on by day and by night
Under the summers warm sun, the cold winters moonlight
This river is timeless its life is its flow
But we'll remain in old photos from lifetimes ago
River of Sand
River of sand
You're a line in God's hand
You're a holy water

River of Sand
River of sand
You're a line in God's hand
You're a holy water