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 morning dove calls his mate He has true love to give her But love for me must wait Till I've travelled 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
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