Sangtekst: Marty Robbins. Bend In The River.
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 mourning dove calls his mate
He has true love to give her but love for me must wait
Till I've traveled 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
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 mourning dove calls his mate
He has true love to give her but love for me must wait
Till I've traveled 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
Robbins, Marty
Robbins, Marty