There is something in a moving train Whistles in a pouring rain If someone even calls your name I am gone. There is something in the sound of drums In the rhythm as the river runs Tells me you're the only one Here for me So I sing to the river As I cling to the river As I bring you the river Running free There is something in a southern sky In the circle where the eagle flies I'm wishing it was you and I On the run There is something that I can't explain Like the rhythm of a moving train Like the river and the pouring rain We are one So I sing to the river As I cling to the river As I bring you the river Running free So I sing to the river As I cling to the river As I bring you the river Running free So I sing to the river As I cling to the river As I bring you the river Running free