Black River Song - Angels of Light

Black River runs beneath this ground

Black River flows forever, but he makes no sound

He runs through me here now, and he runs through your children too

He runs through every man, woman, living thing

He runs through the wires that feed your thinking too

Fading, growing, fa-fading, growing

Breathing, flowing, fa-fading, growing

Receiving the hands of Light that come down from up high

Receiving the hands that make their mark on the back of the sky

Receiving the days that feed the night

Receiving the years that run back through time

Black River’s born in the mouths of old and dying men

Black River flows through the belly of everyone

Fading, growing, fa-fading, growing

Breathing, receiving, fa-fading, growing