The river flows on and on

Some things are left on the banks

Some things float downstream

We carry on in our boat

 

Some say the river is endless

That whatever goes in it

Eventually comes ashore

And the banks erode new boats

 

Some say the river never started

That boat after boat floats in it

Its course remains unchanging

And is fed by no spring

 

We scrape the sides of the river

And make things called memories

And take things called photographs

To keep the past with us

 

Some say that the river goes both ways

That we can go against the flow

Or back and forth between river banks

If only we try hard enough

 

Some say the river is dry

That there is no water

Or that it's really a whirlpool

Taking us in circles

 

The river flows on and on

Some things are left on the banks

Some things float downstream

We carry on in our boat

 

Until we reach the mountainside