just about a hundred years or so ago   ten men rode their way down the mighty colorado   and as I read about their journey   I couldn't help but feel a very similar yearning   to mr. powell       and I wish that I could have been there with him   the way he talked about the river I could tell   the revelations he must have felt within himself   the realization of what a man's supposed to do, I feel it too   (FLUTE SOLO)       as they would ride over the waves   as they would glide over the waves       the river forged its way through the canyons   that were so high that the clouds would float within them   cascade fountains moss surrounded   on through a gorge grand beyond description   the river rolls       and like a whirlpool it sets my mind to spinnin'   can you imagine walls that went so high   the sky would be nothing more than a single thin blue line   and rocks would rainbow their way up to the sky       as they would ride over the waves   as they would glide over the waves   you'd hear them singing, singing       ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,