This one by Connie Kaldor

DOWN TO A RIVER (ALAN'S SONG)
dedicated to the memory of Alan Stein

There are dinners, there is music
There is laughter, there are tears
There are memories that go back
Over the years

There are marks made in a life
Like only good friends do
Now I must choose to make a mark
For the things I loved in you

I'll go down to a river
And plant a tree
Something strong, wild and living
Those are my memories
And I'll go up to a mountain
And sing to the stars
Can you hear me
Wherever you are

And there's phone calls and there's crying
And there's clutching to the chest
And there's singing songs and throwing dirt
And laying down to rest
And there's carving words on stone
And making church bells ring
But the river, when it freezes over
Still thaws and runs each spring

So I will go down to a river
And plant a tree
Something strong, wild and living
Those are my memories
And I'll go up to a mountain
And sing to the stars
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Wherever you are

Do you hear the ones who loved you
Who were glad they knew you well
Do the hearts you left that miss you
Ring like a bell

I will go down to a river
And plant a tree
Strong, wild and living
Those are my memories
And I'll go up to a mountain
And sing to the stars
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Wherever you are

Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
Wherever you are


from Small Cafe
©1996 Word of Mouth Music