The Bend in the River

Past the first bend in the river

Is another bend I can't see

And the bend that keeps calling

Is the bend that keeps hiding from me.

Past the first hill on the desert

Is another hill I can't see

And the hill that keeps hiding

Is the hill that keeps calling to me.

In the cottonwood by the river

A mourning dove calls his mate

He has true love to give her

But love for me must wait.

Till I've traveled every river

And each desert hill I have climbed

If I find love to my liking

I'll leave the river's bend far behind...