From the recording The River Flows On

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Back when Aspen, Colorado was still an accessible town, I camped next to a lovely roaring creek in the shadow of the Maroon Bells. I have always loved the sounds of a mountain creek and this song basically wrote itself the first night of my visit.

Lyrics

The River Flows On
© Felix Guerrero, 1988

There's a sound I love to hear when I'm tired of my little world.
Familiar but it's still a good friend to me.
It's the sound of a mountain stream flowing from the winter snow
Wearing a path through granite and it flows to me.

The river flows on from the mountains.
River flows on through the forest.
Rushing through the canyons down to the sea.
River flows on like an old friend.
River flows on like a good song.
It's great to see that old river flow on.


I've watched it start from a glacier, Icy blue like good steel,
cold as a desert night sleeping alone.
Through the valley crashing down boulders, wearing them to pieces of sand.
Wild and free that river's like my spirit would be.

Let me always hear the flow of a mountain stream
dancing over boulders wild and free.

The river flows on from the mountains.
River flows on through the forest.
Rushing through the canyons down to the sea.
River flows on like an old friend.
River flows on like a good song.
It's great to see that old river flow on.

The river flows on never ending.
River flows on to the ocean.
All night long the river flows on.
River flows on like an old friend.
River flows on like a good song.
It's great to see that old river flow on.
It's great to see that old river flow on.
Yeah, it's great to see that old river flow on.