Down at the bottom of that dirty old river
Down where the reeds and the catfish play
There lies a dream as soft as the water
There lies a bluebird that's flown away
Well, to meet is like springtime and to love is like summer
Her brown eyes shone only to me
Autumn fever the fool come a-falling
Rain turned to freezing inside of me
I kindle my fires with the words I can't send you
Roads I can't follow and the songs I can't sing
And all you young ladies who dream of tomorrow
While you're listening these words will I say:
"Cling to today with its joy and its sorrow
"You'll need your memories when youth fades away"
Well, the angel of springtime, he rides down the south wind
The angel of summer, he does just the same
And the angel of autumn, she's blue and she's golden
And the angel of winter won't remember your name
Down at the bottom of that dirty old river
Down where the reeds and the catfish play
There lies a dream as soft as the water
There lies a bluebird that's flown away
There lies a bluebird that's flown away
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