When it seems like the night will last forever,

and there’s nothing left to do but count the years,

When the strings of my heart begin to sever,

and stones fall from my eyes instead of tears,

I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,

and dream me a dream of my own.

I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,

and sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own.

Garcia/Hunter ~ Photo: Jacob Anthony Stadtfeld