Joy And Peace

River

It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
But it don't snow here
It stays pretty green
I'm going to make a lot of money
Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby cry

He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I'm so hard to handle
I'm selfish and I'm sad
Now I've gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river
I made my baby say goodbye

It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on.

While skating, I picked up on the rhythm of a melody, mournfully dreamy and celebratory, coming in from a distance across the frozen lake. This dead of winter can be exactly that, mournfully dreamy. Yet, if allowed, it can also be a time of optimism and celebration as we longingly anticipate the arrival of Spring and with it a renewed continuance to the river of life. 

At the centre of our life exists certain memories that surround and comfort us and we are captivated by their prismatic charm. If we allow ourselves to exhilarate in Springs breathtaking, beautiful song, there too, we shall tarry mid that great adventure, exuberant, lively and free. As each Spring day plays out its very own scenario, drawn upon from our waking lives, joyful memories shall be made.