Grandpa's Farm by Ten Mile Tide

There runs River out on Grandpa's Farm like the wind
Paper wings strapped to his arms again
You can tell by his feet and the way that he looks at the sky
That boy might one day rise up and fly

Away

There sits River out on Grandpa's Farm in the wheat
Birds and squirrels gathered in swarms at his feet
He tilts his head as they squeak and squawk away
And you get the feeling that he might just here what they say

Little River won't you come and play
Little River won't you swim my way
Little River I'm your friend today
Little River I'll help you on your way

There swims River out on Grandpa's Farm in the moonlight
The earth raised him true and he grew up strong and right
When he looks at you with a smile and that look in his eye
And says "follow me" you say "Lord you know I'll try"