Of what I’ve seen I cannot tell   no words exist to pass it well   but the eyes of a child need to understand   what drove a man from his beloved land      They hear me speak with gentle tongue   they hear the songs that need be sung   they see the eyes but not the soul   for that won’t come until they’re old      chorus:   River rolls by without a sound   trying not to disturb this sacred ground   that keeps a child warm at night   and keeps them belt buckles tight      Potato was life then it was gone   did what it could then moved along   seemed to carry the good Lord with it too   maybe he had other things to do      So sleep my child under peaceful skies   for I’ll comfort you when you shake and cry   oh pray tell me years are few   but the good Lord has returned in you      (chorus)