River of Life - The Oak Ridge Boys

Sometimes I cry like a little lost child

As I travel these wearisome miles

All my friends have gone and I’m left all alone

Just a wayfarer heading for home

I shall rest by the side of the river of life

And be free from all sorrow and strife

I will drink from the water that will never run dry

When I rest by the river of life

I will rest by the side of the river of life

And be free from all sorrow and strife

I will drink from the water that will never run dry

When I rest by the river of life

River of life