The sun is hot
The sand is dry
the wind cuts like a knife
and though it is a desert, through it runs the river of my life
My home is still
my garden, bare
completely free from strife
and though it is a desert, through it runs the river of my life
I live alone
I have no kids
I never had a wife
and though it is a desert, through it runs the river of my life
The river of my life was once a trickle
Through youth it grew, got faster every day
In middle years a torrent carrying everything before
then slower as the years all run away
It traveled from the mountain tops
through hills, across the plains
until at last it finally reached the sea
And behind me is a canyon carved by such a mighty knife
and though it is a desert, through it runs the river of my life.