River of Time Live - Jorma Kaukonen

A river of time, it marks our life

From birth to death, there is no rhyme

A chance to meet, along the way

Will we go or, will we stay?

There is no sound of, tolling bells

The task on earth is living well

I dreamt my grandma, held my hand

Felt the stranger, in this land

Her ancient voice called, out to me

And have your choices, plain to see

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