Just an old abandoned logging trace Winding down along the bluff, But it always was our sacred place. A small world, but world enough To walk along the water Down where the river meets the road. Back in those dog days of August When the sun lay heavy on the land, We found refuge in the cool of the forest Where we would venture, hand in hand, And walk along the water, Down where the river meets the road. Down where the road meets the river There's a place we made our own. It's funny how a man can search the world over, Only to find his way home And to know it for the first time. So I often wonder where love has found you And if your dreams are coming true And if you still can see that summer sky In our little patch of blue. And if somewhere we still can find a quiet place Where the sun shines through To sparkle on the water Down where the river meets the road. To shine upon the water Down where the river meets the road.
©2017 Compass Rose Music, BMI
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