Ever I roam, by tree and past stone

Winding with care, through valleys most fair

I care not for home, nor flesh and nor bone

In springtime I swell, in summer I fail

I live off the rain, as it falls on the plain

Bringing life to the year, or famine and fear

I roll ever more, o'er the falls I do soar

Never ending I roar, as I die on the shore

The River - Jeremiah Robinson