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