Arroyo

when I was young my spirit would fly;
and there wasn’t one thing that I wouldn’t try.
but as I grew older my spirit grew tame;
and I started losing the game.

(Chorus)    arroyo, they say,
                     is a river run dry.
                     no songs left to sing
                     no words left to write.
                     but someday when the rains come
                     the spring will resume;
                     and new life from the desert will bloom.

the river lost count of the number of times
it washed through these canyons to carve out these lines.
rippling sands pressed into rock;
their mystery forever unlocked.

(Chorus)    arroyo, they say,
                     is a river run dry.
                     no songs left to sing
                     no words left to write.
                     but someday when the rains come
                     the spring will resume;
                     and new life from the desert will bloom.
 
a long time ago I wrote some of this song.
but I couldn’t finish, the timing was wrong.
now without trying, I see in your glance,
I’m taking one more chance.

(Chorus)    arroyo, they say,
                     is a river run dry.
                     no songs left to sing
                     no words left to write.
                     but someday when the rains come
                     the spring will resume;
                     and new life from the desert will bloom.

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ellos dicen arroyo                (arroyo)
es un rio corriendo seco,      (arroyo)
sin cansiones para cantar     (arroyo)
sin palabras para escribir.    (oooo oo, oo oo)

 

Arroyo© 2003 Gary W. Shoe