A Month of Mornings

Oh rolling river
Go greet the seas across the ink black night
Oh rolling river
This devil skyline been my guiding light

Oh rolling river
I haul this hunted brow across the tides
The prayers that delivering
I'll cut my teeth upon the drifting ice

Where blue skies climb
And grabbing hands don't reach for mine
Where the living hard
I have found no favour with the stars

Oh rolling river
I've landed blows that have nearly taken life
The pickings got slimmer
The work dried up and then I learnt my fight

And as a child
I watched the noble hearts turn wild
Where the living hard
I have found no favour with the stars

Beneath the burning shoreline
month of morning's rain
Oh rolling river keep rolling
Upon my weary way

Oh rolling river
Go greet the seas across the ink black night