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  • There’s a River Lyrics

    Song Lyrics on Allspirit

    Steve Winwood

    Winwood/Jennings

    There’s a river pouring
    From a pure and a crystal stream
    And it carries my heart along
    Carries me all my life
    And I know it will bring me home

    There’s a choir singing
    With a force that can light the sky
    I will join with a voice deep inside
    Anthems for joys gone by
    And for joys I am sure will come

    Golden treasure in the evening sky
    It’s good to be alive
    Golden measure, hear the music cry
    When my heart sings
    Of golden things

    There’s a dove ascending
    Like my thoughts in the summer sky
    And she carries my soul along
    Clear to eternity
    And I know I am not alone

    Golden treasure in the evening sky
    It’s good to be alive
    Golden measure, hear the music cry
    When my heart sings
    Of golden things

    There’s a river pouring
    From a pure and a crystal stream
    And it carries my heart along
    Carries me all my life
    And I know it will bring me home

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  • Unending Love

    By Rabindranath Tagore

    I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
    In life after life, in age after age, forever.
    My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
    That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
    In life after life, in age after age, forever.

    Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
    It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
    As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
    Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
    You become an image of what is remembered forever.

    You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
    At the heart of time, love of one for another.
    We have played along side millions of lovers,
    Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
    the distressful tears of farewell,
    Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

    Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
    The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
    Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
    The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
    And the songs of every poet past and forever.
    From Selected Poems, Translated by William Radice

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