It’s not the river It used to be It’s not the water It used to be I’m not a girl I used to be And there is nothing That does not change In this world I’m dreaming to be in your eyes I’m dreaming to be in your ears Beside a Cumberland River Of Tennessee I’m thinking The reason why the wind is blowing It’s not the air It used to be In my youth We carried our guitars So that we did not have to Carry the future We had eaten Breaking the chunk of bread But I was still hungry And singing There is nothing That does not change In this world I’m dreaming to be in your eyes I’m dreaming to be in your ears Beside a Cumberland River Of Tennessee I’m thinking The reason why the sun is rising The reason why the sun is rising